The Story Of A Toe

So the power went out last Wednesday afternoon.  A lark, at first, until it was not, and it was pitch dark, and there were no external lights, and there were storms and storm clouds which meant there was nothing to see.  I decided to enjoy my landline and then take a sleeping pill, because there was nothing.

The next night, there was no power either.  Another pill put me to bed around 7:30.

Friday night I talked with GPOM, and surprisingly enough, took another pill.

At this point I felt like a pioneer and wished I could unlearn what I knew about technology so I wouldn't hate my life as much as I did by then.

And then comes Saturday night, where I made a MASSIVE error in judgment, and took the sleeping pill with some vodka.

Judge if you must, but imagine that your world is unknowable to you.  And the only thing you could do is try to pass the time.  So you do, in the most idiotic way possible.  Then you try to go to bed, walk into a door because you're a door-closing freak, and walk into that door with your right big toe.

Fortunately, I didn't recognize the damage until the morning.  I now have a teacup-sized lack of toenail.  It hurt like hell, and I bandaided-it, and am now gimping around like I lost a knee.

Today Momma and I went shopping.  Well, Momma, I, and the days-old band-aided toe went shopping.  I knew it needed attention, but I also knew that the band-aid was attaching to the RAW OPEN WOUND ON TOP OF MY TOE WHERE A NAIL SHOULD BE, so I was afraid of the interminable pain when I ripped the band-aid off to attach gauze.

It rained today.  Just what my town needs, more rain.  But when off-loading my groceries, I noticed that the band-aid had come off, and I could do my own doctoring without fear or pain.

Here's hoping the new nail grows in before the wedding.

PS - Momma pointed out that I now walk worse than she does.  NURSING HOME, WOMAN!