So my toe finally came off today, a Wednesday. Thank goodness! I just hope that the toe grows back without complications. I hear all these stories of the toe becoming ingrown and getting all gross and other bleck. But one of my old step dads had a really painful and gross thing happen to his foot that involved the front door being kicked shut by some neighbour kid one Halloween. It was so cool and disgusting to watch. But that healed up nicely and it was torn off much more gruesomely than mine, so I think I'm good.

Anyway, for those of you who don't know, a few months ago (it was before my toes were painted their blue/gray colour) I was taking something out of my freezer, which is always kept at an extremely low temperature, and is always stuffed with crap I'll never eat. And my dad is always putting ice packs in their and leaving them for days, either for his lunches for work, or his back, or something. And in this particular case when I took whatever it was I wanted out of the freezer, out came tumbling the four day frozen solid ice pack, which is about 8x5 inches, straight onto my foot, despite my attempt to avoid it hitting me (I tried dammit). And so it bleed a little, I limped a little, I cussed a lot, and here we are today. I'm just thankful one of my cats didn't get hit by it, because the fat one's always trying to hover at my feet waiting for me to give him something to eat (because we so starve him all the time and his food dish is always empty, the fat ass). Anyway, I'm always paranoid when opening the freezer or fridge, just because my cats are hovering there. And you wouldn't believe how hard it is to shove Pedro out of the way! Such a fatty.

Yes I had to staple it, and no I'm not keeping it.