Climbed into bed and snagged my big toenail on the blanket. Popped up like the hood of a car. Hurt too, but not like it did last week when I dropped a treadmill on it.
Bloody water was running out from under the first two days. The natural attempt to swell was hampered by the nail. So it was like putting a swollen toe in a vice. Then the nail turned white and died. The pain is mostly gone now.
However, with the nail ripped off, I’m expecting the never-before-exposed skin to be a bit sensitive.
To cap it off, I twisted my ankle hopping around in pain.
It looks like you climbed into bed from about 120 feet. My feet are dry, yours are so tender looking.
Comment by Kent — May 16, 2011 @ 3:30 am
Fresh out the shower. Softened ‘em up for the big jump.
Comment by Rolston — May 16, 2011 @ 9:09 am
ah…I’m hungry
Comment by Kent — May 17, 2011 @ 3:07 am