Hurting myself is my game. Yep, that's right. I've managed to hurt myself again. Really, it's not surprising. I do it on a regular basis. But this time, it brought me to my knees.
It all started with this...
Diesel and his soccer ball. Harmless, right? Well, I thought so too. I was playing soccer with Diesel like every night when I get home. But this time, instead of making contact with the ball, I smacked the frozen ground! Really, I have no idea how I did it. I'm gifted in hurting myself. I excel in this arena.
So I immediately felt pain coming from my big toe. I actually sat down in the yard. But when I saw Diesel coming at me with the ball, I figured I better get up or he would be on top of me. I made it to the living room chair. (Okay, here I must again explain that I hate blood. It makes me light headed. Even the thought that it may be coming forth out of my body sends my head a swirling.) My ears started ringing. I could feel the end of my sock was wet. I sat there for a little bit then decided to take my boot (suede fuzzy boot) off. The end of my sock was bloody but not bad. That was a good sign. I knew I was going to have to take that sock off.
I went to the bedroom to lay on the bed. I figured if it grossed me out and I passed out, at least I would be on the bed! So I worked my sock down my leg and foot to the toe. Eek! My toenail was at a right angle to my toe! I bent it backwards. Ick! Good news, I didn't pass out! I took a picture of my toe and texted it to the husband at work.
Of course, he calls wondering what the heck happened. I explained and then he lectured me on wearing those "house shoes" outside. Which they are not but he doesn't see it that way.
I tried cutting the nail that was sticking up but couldn't. It hurt way to much. Was gonna put hydrogen peroxide on it but it was in the barn. So I found some horse ointment in the house and used it. It throbbed all night. Who knew a toe could hurt so bad.
Had to wear my wide toed barn shoes to work today. Couldn't get anything else on. I have court tomorrow. Plan to wear them again. Hopefully I won't need to testify on anything! If so, hope the Judge doesn't look at my feet.
I showed the husband what it looked like this afternoon. Then I was able to cut the nail off. He told me I was "one tough wench". Ahhh, that's a compliment coming from him!
Now I'm self medicating with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. I think it's a miracle cure cause I feel no pain!