I can only laugh when my co-workers talk about having a pedicure. I simply can’t imagine paying anyone to pamper my tootsies when I have an obvious shortage of, well, toenails. Now perhaps if they didn’t charge per foot but per nail, I might be tempted.
On Tuesday night, almost 24 hours after having the fourth toenail removed, it was still bleeding a bit. However, it didn’t hurt and I took that as a good sign. In fact, I was able to comfortably ride for 60 minutes on my windtrainer; if I could keep my feet in a stiff, narrow shoe for that long, I figured that recovery was going to be quick.
Tonight, Thursday night, my foot looks the same – except that the blood is now dried blood. There is no pain, though, and I was able to run for an hour last night. I’m quite confident that this will be healed enough that I won’t end up with another blood-red shoe when my run is over.
Tonight, while packing for Boston, I – well, Skipper – put together a first aid kit for the car: bandaids, gauze, tape, Tylenol, ice packs… You name and Skipper thought of it. This is the kind of toe pampering that I appreciate, the kind that you can only get with love.
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