This morning I took a friend to the airport. I was stupid enough to pick up a slightly heavy suitcase (I know this is a no-no) and pull it up onto the curb at the drop-off area. After I pulled it over the edge it came swinging towards my flip-flopped foot and boom--- slammed into my left big toe. OW! I looked down and my nail was broken half-way down the nail bed. The other half of the nail was sticking straight up-- I pushed it back into place, but it's not attached to the skin at all. It was horrible. I sucked the pain up for a second, said goodbye, got in the car, and started crying. I cried the whole way home. I can't believe how painful it is!! This was done around 5:30 this morning. It is now 10:47 and it is still throbbing and I can hardly walk. Grrr. I had a big to do list today. I don't know if I should go to the emergency room or not--- I don't want to be there for 6 hours, which is what will happen, I'm sure. I am so mad at myself because I shouldn't have tried to lift that suitcase anyway. Tell me what to do!! I don't know!! It is very very painful.
I always dread the next painful surprise event in my life--- you know, breaking a toenail, a deep cut, spraining an ankle, bloody wounds... I hate these things and I hate that they are always a surprise. You can never predict them. Like when daniel's dad shaved off a huge chunk of the skin on his finger.... that was awful for me, and it wasn't even my own hand! Hopefully with this broken toenail I will have no more surprise painful events for a good year or so. :) Other than childbirth of course, but that's not a surprise.
