My foot

I hurt my foot last night.

I had the balcony door open (for some reason. Why, I can't recall now) and Jerome walked out. So, I had to go get her, as Steph was going crazy about it. So, only wearing boxers, I walk out onto the balcony and that's when I feel this sharp pain in my foot. I reach to underneath my foot and there is this splinter jammed into it, maybe an inch or two deep. I pull it out and quickly get Jerome and then run into the bathroom. I knew it was deep enough to bleed a lot. So, I jumped into the tub and started soaking it in water.

For the next hour, it felt like it was constantly going from numb to cramping. I kept moving my toes and trying to walk on it, but it hurt real bad. But, Steph couldn't really see a problem. It looked like it was getting puffy, and it looked like I was going to get a bruise.

Well, bruise it did. I woke up this morning and I can barely walk on it. I looked at it in the mirror and there is this two inch black bruise-like streak running down my foot, starting from the puncture wound. My foot is definitely puffy, but only on that part. Everything else is fine. It doesn't look infected, but I think I'll remain sitting here on the Man's chair with it elevated.

If it doesn't feel or look any better by tomorrow morning, I'll be going to the doctors. But, I can at least move my toes and turn my foot without it feeling like someone was shivving me with the rustiest of nails. And that's more then I could say last night.

I'd take a picture, but I forgot the camera in the car, and I really don't want to walk down 3 flights of stairs to get it. Maybe in the afternoon.