But before that even happened, somehow my suitcase caught my toe and took off a good portion of my toenail and it bled quite a bit.
And even before that, we ate lunch at a seafood restaurant on the pier. It was one of those times when I was really really sad that I was a vegetarian. It's a good thing I don't come into contact with seafood more often . . . I would be done.
I hate loosing toenails like that. It's the kind of thing that everybody who's ever had that happen winces right away when they read it, reliving the feeling. Visceral, I think that's the word.
ReplyDeleteIt's a good thing I didn't lose all of it! It didn't even come off . . . so I bandaided it (since that's totally a word)so that I wouldn't lose that chunk. Then it would really hurt. I'm thinking that walking barefoot in the sand in the salt water may not be a good idea in the morning though :-(
ReplyDeleteOne time I was camping at the beach in Mexico and somebody threw a Firecracker at my foot. I had really bad burns of some degree. The rest of the week was miserable. I kept getting sand in the torn open wound.
ReplyDeleteSalt water is supposed to be good for cuts and stuff, right? Just stay away from the sewage.
Consider it done.
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