Merle (the cat) tried to kill me tonight.
I was stepping out the back door to get something out of my car and Merle was sitting at the top of the concrete steps. I didn't see him until too late and I lost my balance and slammed my left foot toenail-down on the concrete. I apparently completely skinned the bottom of my big toe. I say apparently because I was sitting in the dark blinded by the pain - Russ helped me in the house and I threw my foot up on the counter and he cleaned and bandaged me up.
The throbbing is down to a dull roar and I have been banished to my recliner to elevate it. It's already swelling, but I don't think it's broken. NOT the way I wanted to begin my holiday weekend. We're supposed to be painting Audrey's room.
I think I'm most upset about scraping up the paint from my relatively fresh pedicure. I treat myself about twice a year. Such a bummer.
Oh great. I just noticed I am bleeding under the toenail of the second toe. Time to get another bandaid.
*** Update, Sunday morning: Took the bandages off and really looked. I did not skin up my toe. All the bleeding came from UNDER my toenail. It's still sore, but I guess it's a good thing that it only hurts from the top, and not the bottom. Thank goodness it's still sandal season - I think I would die if I had to put on a closed-toe shoe!