Not the point.
I went to the bathroom at the bar, looked down, and saw blood all over two of my toes. I got so scared, I didn't know what happened. Who the heck stepped on my toes??
I think back and I feel like the colonel's wife stepped on it. The only reason I think it's her is that she apologized for stepping on it. But someone else could have stepped on it but not say anything. Those bastards.
When I got home, I looked at my toes carefully and saw that the middle toe on my right foot took the damage. The nail lifted up and got pulled back.
GGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!
I pushed back the nail because I didn't want it to grow all ugly. It hurt like a little bz.
It hurts to walk. If I walk, I have to keep my toes elevated because it hurts putting pressure on my toe. Then my shin starts to hurt because I'm constantly holding up my toes. I can't walk long distances. What is long distance?? A block. I was at Yardhouse in downtown SD today and walked from the restaurant to the parking structure. 2 blocks. I wanted to DIE!! Just kidding. But seriously. That's how much pain I'm in.
Someone get me crutches.
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