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So back in July(July 18th) to be exact Jeremy and I were in a discussion about the proper way to tear plastic wrap so you don't get it all stretched out and messed up. I was demonstrating the proper way to go about it when my hand slipped and knocked down one of our dinner plates on the counter....right onto my toe! It landed vertically, right on my right big toe, then rolled off on the other two toes and delicately landed on the floor.

I've never experienced pain like this in my life. Now child birth hurts...this last one hurt so bad that I vowed never to do it again. But the difference my friends is that a child eventually comes out, it doesn't just sit in your birth canal for weeks...the pain in my toe was excruciating.

I usually scream when I get "hurt"(this could be as minor as bumping into a counter top) Jeremy hates it that I "over-react" when I get "hurt".

I put my fist in my mouth as soon as it happened so I didn't scream, I didn't want him to think I was "overreacting". I cried. I cried, and cried, and cried. I limped up the stairs and threw my foot into a cold bath and it didn't even make a difference...I cried uncontrollably. I felt like a little child who can't hold in there emotions. I couldn't stop crying, I cried all night long. It was the first night Elle slept for 6 hours straight and I got 2 hours of sleep. I got those two hours of sleep from accidentally popping one of Jeremy's old Vicadins. Oops. I seriously thought it was an 800miligran of IBprofen. Thats what happens when you're in pain and exhausted.

Every move hurt. And to add insult to injury(I don't really know what that means but that's just what you say when you're really trying to prove a point) Jeremy was leaving for Vegas in like 2 days. So I went to the doctor the night before he left to make sure it wasn't broken. It wasn't. Then the doctor offered to "drain" my toe, which involves drilling(by hand) into my toenail and releasing the blood. He said it may hurt. At this point I couldn't stand anymore pain. I thought, in a few days it will be fine. They gave me some gay shoe to wear to support my toe to make it hurt less.

I went back the next day after Jeremy left and had it drained.

It was sweet release.

I was still super scared to have it drilled, luckily right before they started Elle was hungry so I had to feed her while they were drilling, I didn't even notice it! Then the blood just poured out.

Oh yes, sweet release.

It was still a bubble for a few days then out of nowhere one day my toes felt wet and I looked down and it had popped, I had disgusting rotting blood and ooze everywhere. So gross and also so cool. Every time I pushed down on it more came out...I'm entertained easily and gross things don't usually gross me out. At least bodily things, I could be a doctor except I don't want to go to school that long and I have no reason to. Eventually Jeremy came home from Vegas and the smell of rotting flesh under my toenail was getting to me so he had me soak in for about 1/2 hour in hot water and I peeled my toenail off...the sides of my toe and cuticle and skin under that came off with it. So cool. I totally forget to get a picture of it, sorry.

That's my toe story.

p.s. don't mind the toe hair, we all have it. you can also see where they drained my toe if you look closely at the first picture, you can make out three small holes.