Never Wearing Sandals Again 

About two months ago, I was happily walking up the street coming from grabbing a bite to eat in Davis Square, when I stubbed my right big toe on some uneven sidewalk. Basically, I caught my sandal, had my toe slide across the cement, and it ripped a big flap of skin off.

If blood and/or gross feet weird you out, you probably don't want to click on the link below.

My Right Toe

For that one, I wrapped it up in a couple of band-aids, and I was able to walk/run on it since it was so high up on my toe.

Cut to last night. Coming back from going with the girl to grab a bite to eat in Davis Square, I stubbed my left big toe on top top stair walking into my house. Of course, I was wearing the same sandals.

Like last time, I didn't even notice that I had hurt myself until I saw my white Virginia Tech sandals turning pink with blood. This time, when I lifted up my foot, I watched blood gush down onto the floor until I hopped into the shower.

I was bleeding enough that the whole shower turned red. I didn't think I would be able to close this one up with a couple of band-aids. A few hours, a couple of x-rays, 3 shots of lidocaine, and 4 stitches later, my toe was sewed back together.

Again, not for the squeamish:

My Left Toe

I'm not entirely sure when I lost the ability to walk without tripping on my own feet. But all I know is that it happened, and it hurts.