Catch a tiger by the toe...
Last Friday was a happy day for me. I got my hair cut in the morning, I had my computer in class, and I was leaving straight from my last class to go to Katy and visit Scott. I was rather excited about the last part, as I hadn't seen him in three weeks. Nothing could possibly go wrong!
As I was leaving my next to last class, my bag got caught on the desk next to mine. I pulled it, hoping to set it free and instead brought the entire desk crashing down. On my big toe.
At first, it didn't hurt. I looked down and noticed that a good chunk of my toenail was missing. And then the pain hit. I set the desk upright and hobbled outside to find myself face to face with Bryce. After he was done laughing at me, he walked me downstairs to the bathroom where I waited for the bleeding to slow down. My father told me to go to the University Health Services, so I limped across campus leaving a bloody trail in my wake.
The nurse told me I could wait for 2 hours and they would clean it and send me on my way, or I could do it myself. I cleaned it, put some neosporin and a bandaid on it and bought an icepack and some tylenol. Bryce and Cory drove me to my car, amazed at my determination to get to Katy. They told me they wouldn't be surprised if my foot fell off, but at least I would have made it to Katy.
I drove for the first hour with my left foot to keep the icepack on the injured toe, but eventually it lost its chill. The weekend was good, with only a small amount of mockery. Tuesday, I drove to Jourdanton and my dad used a lighter and a syringe to drill 2 holes in the toenail to let the blood out.
A week later, it's almost stopped hurting entirely. I think it's partly due to my pirate bandaids.
YARRRGH