Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Ow ow ow ow ow and yuck.

I just sliced open the tip of my little toe. (When it happened, I thought I'd just munged the toenail. Nope, a flap of skin, meaning a larger (but still fortunately small) quantity of blood to wipe up.) I'm really not sure how I managed to do that, since it didn't feel like I whacked it that hard (enough to burst the skin, that is) and I can't find a sharp edge on the thing I kicked (I was trying to step over it, off balance). The big issue isn't really the yuck or the ow so much as its being a tricky spot to keep pressure on if I want to be able to do anything but sit here and hold it for the next however long it takes to close. Feh.

Might make wearing shoes to go out later interesting. Took a bit of jiggling to fit the improvised bandage into a slipper.

Of course, silly me, before I put my slippers on I tried to pick something up off the floor -- I hadn't realized how much I use my little toe for that, but having a big, clunky, poofy bandage on it interfered with my ability to grab something with my first two toes. I'd never really paid attention to the mechanics of picking things up with my feet; I'm going to have to analyze just what it is that I do now that my curiosity has been piqued.

And in the meantime, remind myself to use the other damned foot. Er ... and to check the bandage in a while to see if the toe has stopped bleeding yet.

Now to go check the floor between here and the bathroom for blood to wipe up. Feh.

{ETA: I'm having a major attack of the clumsies today. Since slicing up my toe, I've also been knocking things over and dropping stuff left and right. :-( I wonder whether this is related to how badly my arms and legs were hurting last night carrying instruments and groveries into the house, and my arms feeling kinda weak this morning. (The pain is less now than it was last night but it still hurts to lift my arms even if I'm not holding anything.)]