Well, I think it’s about time I came clean. I suffered a traumatic experience this past Monday. That’s right–I lost a toenail.
Not just any toenail, mind you. The precious big toenail on my right foot. Four days later, it’s still a bloody mess, and I don’t mean in the expletive sense of the word.
It was a good old-fashioned Monday–up at six, nice hot shower… of course, I enjoyed that shower for about a second before sliding the door closed, only to have it come off its track and fall on my poor toe, breaking the nail deep in the nail bed.
Oh, I cried. I cried so hard. And let me tell you something: I don’t cry from pain. This freaking hurt. I mean, to give you some kind of idea, the door was difficult for me to lift with both hands. That, and it had to fall about a foot before reaching my toe. One of the off-ice personal trainers at my old ice rink (I used to figure skate competitively) used to say that even a little two-pound weight could break a person’s foot if dropped. I believe it.
End result: I had to go to the doctor to have my nail removed, it refuses to scab over, I can’t run until it does (it’s been a week since my last run and I’m dyin’ here!), and I’m on my third roll of gauze wrapping. Oh, life.
On the off-chance you’re concerned, the nail will grow back given time, hopefully not more than several months. The doctor says there’s a good chance it will grow back normally given that the break looked pretty clean across, but there’s also a chance it may grow back in some kind of weird state. Honestly, I just want the thing to stop hurting. And, you know, to form a damn scab.
Wearing open-toed shoes when it’s 40 degrees (about 4.5 degrees C) in the mornings is quite a treat, not gonna lie.
Any injuries of your own recently? Do share! This is a topic I strangely enjoy.