I was opening the door to run the garbage out to the bins. When my toe starts tingling.
Fuck.
I let out a small ouch. I didn't even swear.
It ripped some of the skin up. Phew. No blood.
I hobble over and lay down on the bed for a while. I figure the garbage can wait until the pain stops.
"Muuuuuuuuuuuuum, I hurt my toe!" I sob into the phone. Pretend sobs of course just to add to how much it hurt!
Mum laughs. Hmm appears I drew the short straw in sympathy today.
I am talking to mum, explaining:
I opened the door to take the garbage out. When my second little toe got smashed by the door. It tore up my skin, must of just been a layer of dead skin or something 'cause there is no blood. But then I was looking at my toe and I realised THAT HALF MY TOE NAIL HAS LIFTED!
Cue laughter from my mum.
She tells me through her hysterics to get a bandaid. I decline.
Then says to bathe it in salty water. I liken this to torture.
Eventually I hang up the phone.
I am getting cold and need to put my stockings on.
Twenty minutes later I am freezing so I delicately pull the stockings on.
Fuck my toe is sore and I doubt the weather is helping.
Watch your toes as you open doors!
*winks*
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You poor luv. Sympathy shortage today. But yes I can get your Mum laughing. I laugh at things like that too. :)
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