10 Apr 2009 :: toenail
I'm guessing it happened at the beginning of Winter term or later in Fall term, but I was walking around the garage and moving things about when I dropped my crank puller directly on my bare foot. More accurately, I guess the crank puller narrowly missed the piggy that goes "wee wee wee" (is he French?) all the way home and beat the crap out of the piggy with nothing, which doesn't seem fair at all. So I jumped around the garage cursing and wondering if the incident would result in aborted toenail.
The next day the toenail was entirely black, like I had painted the toenail but grew bored after only managing one toe and went to bed. Essentially, after getting ravaged in the bicycle tool v. toe equivalent of Wile E. Coyote v. his own anvil, the piggy that had nothing became Goth and Emo, as the toe was rather depressing and always complaining about being hurt.
However, the bugger would not, under any circumstances, like being stepped on during soccer games, fall off. About a week ago, the eponychium severed from the toe, but to date, stays steadfastly attached at the nail grooves, despite being about 2mm too high on the toe and moving about like a loose tooth.
I'm really rooting for the toenail to stick it out while a new toenail can replace it, because I think it needs the added protection. |
