It happened again. My meth toe came back to haunt me. Everything was going so swell lately, the toenail had started to grow back, I even got a pedicure and it was starting to look slightly normal.
Until...everything went to crap.
When I was in Phoenix I hit my flip-flopped foot on a generator in my parent's garage. I yelped very loudly and looked at my foot. I noticed there was a tiny chip at the top, but didn't think anything of it.
Two days later we were at the mall buying Caderyn some new shoes. I was again wearing my flip flops and walking around the store with Caderyn. Well little boy walked right over my feet and the base of his sandal caught on my toenail and ripped it. Oh yes, ripped it. It hurt so bad I had to sit down and hide my face so no one would see me cry. My dad couldn't look at it without gagging. The main reason I was sad about this though, is that I had wanted to get a pedicure all week long and now it wasn't going to happen. I was crushed. I like wearing sandals and not wearing sandals makes me sad.
So I made up my mind that I was going to get this meth toe taken care of once and for all. I made an appointment with a podiatrist. He took the majority of my nail off and if steering me down the right path to, hopefully, having a beautiful new toenail very soon.
For now, though, the METH TOE HAS RETURNED.
It's a good thing its Halloween or this would be a lot scarier.