This morning I decided to explore a bit more. I went left where I normally go right, headed down the hill on the nice newly made sidewalk and decided to just keep on going.
Eventually I made a turn, stumbling across a beautiful little creek.
It was awesome. I just kept on going.
Then I looked down at my feet.
The outer edge of the toe box of my left shoe was bloody. As I kept going I noticed it kept getting more bloody.
Well crap.
At this point I was a good 2 miles from home. I knew no one was home, and that if I called Missy, who was at the store, it would mess her up, and it would take a while for her to find me.
So I just turned around, and went home.
Not too long after I got home, my sister-in-law came home too. She got one look at my foot, cried blue murder, & got to work on me.
Some peroxide, bandages, and a good rest later and I'm OK. It was just a torn toenail. It didn't really even hurt, and looked much worse than it was.
Backspace it was just a torn toenail. It didn't really even hurt, and looked much worse than it was.
I'm glad that I powered through it, and it worked out OK.