I'm Working On It

That's the noise I made earlier. It was me sucking in air while trying not to scream. I had hit my toe against the block of wood at the base of our leather couch, that I'm not a fan of by the way, and my last two toes felt like they were on fire and splayed out at an odd angle. My husband and baddog came running.

I did not cry and surprisingly i didn't even cuss. I just stood, bet over the couch sucking in air. I said I was fine and hubby and baddog returned to their food. I sat down and removed my sock to asses the damage. It looked ok, no toe horribly angled out (i broke a toe when I was younger and had to snap it back into place), no blood. So i got up, headed to the other room, and that's when I felt it, air on my toe, and air on my toe i a way that wasn't good. "Babe, i see blood," I said to hubby. "HUH?"

I threw my foot up on the kitchen sink (extremely sanitary i know) and made hubby look at it. "Oh man you tore off the top of the toe, damn!" WHAT!! like do i need stitches tore it off? "Um, naw I think your good, you just tore off the top of the toe skin and bent the nail back off over half way down. " I look at it and can see the flap of skin hanging off. I said "get me some clippers and I'll cut it off." he said "really?", well yeah, i can't stand having the skin hang there cause every time i walk the skin gets pulled up on the other toe and hurts worse. So i cut off the skin and realized at that point an open weeping wound on my foot might not be the best idea.

My hubby keeps saying "damn babe that has to hurt really bad, just being open and raw like that and the the nail bent back, seriously that has to hurt." Thanks for the reminder mr marine corps.

I hobble into the bathroom and try to find a bandage that would work. I find some gauze and ask hubby where he put the sterile tape he was using when he left the skin on his calf and knee attached to a motorcycle exhaust pipe. "oh i don't know but i've got some electrical tape." Really electrical tape? Come on, seriously? "Yeah it should work."

"Do you think you broke it?" he asks as I'm sitting down to tape the thing up. Feels like it. " let's go get it x rayed" I said to him your people would get it x rayed, my people says it's a toe, we don't x ray toes. Thankfully, he was putting the gauze in place and taping it because at this point the throbbing and pain has set in, unfortunately that caused me to go to tears, because it hurt like a toe whose skin had been removed and met the wood block at the base of a couch I am not particularly fond of. He said again, "what if you broke it?" My people don't get toes x rayed. "maybe your people are wrong, ever thought of that?"

I didn't respond, but no I hadn't thought of it.