The Agony Of The Feet...

One of the compliments that I get fairly often is that I have nice feet, for a boy. Mainly it's because I don't crowd my feet up in them tight ass dress shoes that y'all wear. Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely HATE to dress up. Unless it's like a wedding or a funeral I will always be up in some kind of sneaker. If a party or a club function calls for a hard bottom shoe I just simply won't go. Unfortunately after last night there's a possibility that I may not be receiving that compliment anymore.

Last night in a freak accident of sorts I dropped one of my dumbells onto my left foot. Shocked from the pain I jumped onto my bed. A few moments later I rose from the bed to sit in front of my computer. I felt my throbbing foot for the first time and noticed that my sock was wet. Upon further investigation I realized that I was bleeding. So I hobbled into the light of the bathroom, sat on the toilet and saw how profusely I was bleeding. I felt down at my foot again and noticed that something was loose. My toe didn't feel broken and I really had no idea what this looseness was. So I took off my sock ever so carefully and once I placed it on the floor I had no idea what I was looking at due to all the blood. So I filled my tub with some lukewarm water and carefully stuck my foot in. Maybe with some of the blood washed off I could see what was happening here.

I saw that skin of the top half of my pinky toe was peeled back like an orange, including the nail. It looked nasty as hell but I didn't panic. I reached into the water and placed the skin back to where it was before. It snapped cracked and popped back into place. The human body is so amazing. Surprisingly this toe ordeal didn't hurt as much as it sounds. The vibrating needle that dug through my skin for three straight hours as I got my last two tattoos actually hurt worse. This toe deal was just more gross than anything.

Thankfully I wasn't alone so I sent him to the store at 2am for Band-Aids and peroxide. Yeah I could have bitched up and went to the emergency room or something but who wants to sit there all night. And besides, I work for myself now so I'm one of the kajillion Americans without health insurance. Sure there are health insurance solutions for people like me to buy but I've been too busy and too lazy to explore them and besides I hate doctors and doctor's offices. The only time my ass will see the doctor is for routine STD testing and the dentist to get my teeth cleaned, the former is free and the latter I pay for out of pocket.

Anyway, he returned from the store. I dried my wound, applied the peroxide to it, and put the bandages on it. It wasn't discolored or anything and there were no signs of infection. Waking up today it hardly hurts at all. The only thing I'm worried about is if I'm gonna be able to wear shoes. I'm guessing sneakers are okay but I don't want to aggravate it and I don't want to be bleeding all inside my kicks. And you know I got this party in nine days... but I mean I guess I'll be fine. If it ceases to feel better I guess I may have to drag my ass to the doctor, but I don't think it'll be that serious. Most importantly I hope this thing heals well and doesn't end up looking crazy so I'll still be able to hold my nice feet title.

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Playing In The Background...
"The Wound"
by The Jazzyfatnastees
from the album "The Once And Future"
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Addendum: I decided not to risk the shoe thing. I have a friend coming tonight to bring me some flip-flops. As much as I hate mandals, flip-flops and other shoes of that nature they will at least give my toe a chance to breathe and heal, hopefully by the weekend so I can move on with my life. This was so NOT the week for this!