Hey, so in all the excitement about my toenail in the last post, I forgot to add the weirdest part: I have gone my whole life with no real foot problems. I like my feet, they're in good condition, largely unused in fact. The tiny discoloration was about the only thing that had ever gone wrong with them, but then the very next day, something else did.
I have a wooden computer desk from Ikea, and I was sitting in my chair with my legs crossed, and I swung the chair around, and my problem toe grazed against the wood, and a splinter the size of a toothpick hit my toe at JUST the right angle and speed, and got totally shoved up inside my toenail. I hobbled over to the bathroom and looked, and the little bugger was underneath my toenail all the way from the top to the bottom. Really sick. I pulled it out in one piece, and I was going to take a photo and post it here, but I can't find it right now. But picture a toothpick covered in dry blood hah. Man, what a good turn for this diary, it's going to be the toe-related grossout diary from now on apparently. Right on!
10:58 p.m. - Feb. 10, 2007