Saturday was great! I went to the Iowa/Purdue game and charted for my son. As he does the video, I write down the highlights and times on the tape so it is easier to piece together the highlight piece for the news. Yes, Hawkeye fans, I was on the sidelines. It was a glorious day! The weather was perfect, the game was fabulous, it was homecoming. The only bad thing was that as a die-hard Hawk and a die-hard football freak, I had to NOT yell at the refs, NOT cheer with the school song, NOT yell I-O-W-A, and NOT cheer when we scored. I was part of the news media and as such was expected to be (or pretend to be) objective, impartial, and completely oblivious to the fact that my team was kicking some Boilermaker ass. It was a major exercise in self-control. Being on the field in Kinnick was worth it.
Then came today. It wasn't a great day. I was moving an overstuffed chair. It caught slightly on the area rug. I pulled harder. The rug released its hold and the chair pulled back quickly catching my big toenail in the process. It ripped the thing completely from the nailbed. My nail was at a 90 degree angle to my toe.
Yes it hurt like hell, but in addition to that I was grossed out. I have to turn the channel when that stupid nail fungus commercial comes on. You know the one - the cartoon fungus guy lifts the nail and climbs underneath. It gives me the willies and here is my toe - in living color - nail lifted completely up. It took me a few minutes to get my brain around the pain. I can tolerate a lot, but the quick intense pain takes me a bit to get used to. After than, I trimmed the pieces that pulled out of the cuticle and pushed it back into the nailbed until it dies and the last little piece that is still attached lets go.
Gauze, tape, good to go...right up until I'm working on supper. I pull the frozen green beans out of the freezer and pull a frozen 4 lb. roast out - yep, you guessed it - right on my injured toe.
