[Mr. Brightside, The Killers]

So little update... this weekend was busy.  The highlight was hanging for a few hours with friends from our Community Group on Saturday night, doing some pumpkin carving.  I carved a pumpkin into my pumpkin.  'Twas fantastic.

In other news... prepare yourself to be disgusted.  So a couple of weeks ago the middle toe on my right foot had a nail that was kind of long so, like a genius, I decided to tear it off with my finger instead of clipping it with toenail clippers.  One side cut down into the tender part a little, and it bled just like a tiny bit, no biggie.

Or so I thought.

It's been bleeding a bit and such, just kind of annoying but nothing grotesque.  Then Saturday happened.  So I had a little shopping to do, just the weekly groceries (I didn't have time for coupons this week but I still saved 39%... boo-yah!), and one of the items on sale that we needed were some air freshener dealios- some awesome smellin' scented oil fantasticness.  Anyway.  They were low to the ground and I wanted  to get some different smells than the lavender that we always get, so I squatted down to see my options.  I assume everyone does this, the whole balancing the weight on the balls of the feet / toes when squatting (maybe not... being so big means that I tend to have a different center of balance than most people).  I didn't notice anything right away, but when I walked to get some English muffins for Jas I noticed that something sticky was in my Crocs making the three middle toes stick to each other and the bottom of my shoe.  I didn't think much of it, but then as I walked more I realized that there was no way anything fell into my shoe...

And then it hit me.  That stupid quasi-infected toe.  I pulled my foot out enough to see enough blood to make me feel annoyed, finished my shopping, and came home.  Jas was kind of perturbed that I didn't tell him about my toe... I don't intentionally not tell him these things.  I just sort of never considered it, let alone made a decision not to tell him.  Doing some mental calculations made me realize that it was worse after water aerobics Friday, so I am on strict orders from Jas not to go back until my toe is no longer infected.  I've been cleaning it out and Jas helps put antibiotic ointment on it.

The biggest suck thing is that now that it's pretty bad, I can't walk on it.  The only shoes that don't hurt are my Crocs with no socks (sorry for that rhyme) but that's like asking for more infection.  Any socks, especially with my tennis shoes, which I need for walking, put pressure on my toe and make it hurt.  It's freaking ridiculous.  I feel like every time I make progress something stupid sets me 5 steps back.  I do have an appointment with a primary care physician to start the 6-mos of supervised diet and exercise (I accidentally typed "sexercise" at first... too funny) next Monday so if the toe is not better by then I'll have her look at it.  It's pretty nasty.

One closing thought- a reason I really want to lose weight is my huge fat stomach.  To clarify, I want it gone.  Jason has to put ointment / bandages on my toe because my stomach precludes me from being able to reach pretty much anything below my ankles.  It sucks.  Like, for all of my friends who have been 9 mos preggo and couldn't bend over, or had a hard time standing up from sitting on deep couches, etc, imagine being like that 24/7.  Shaving my legs is a pain, I can't pick things up off the floor from a sitting position, on and on.  Not having a huge stomach would seriously change the way I live my life.

I'm off to sleep now.  Feel free to share thoughts.  About toes and such, not sleep.  Or sleep.  Whatever.