ok, now I really hate horses
so, I lost my fucking toe nail this morning. Not two hours after I was thinking to myself, "okay, just make it through this week like any other, and I'm getting the fuck out of here." And theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen...
so I was about to give the stallion a shower this morning, and when I was turning him around he stuck his front foot on my toe and proceeded to pivot on top of it. Aye! So, you know in cartoons when people get smashed they go completely flat? That's exactly how my toe felt. And then when he finally got off it, my toenail was just kinda...laying there. Ripped it clean out from the cuticle forward. Did you know that toenails are actually squared at the end? (on the inside where you can't see them?). Yeah, so anyway, Kristen tells me it's going to be a few months before I'll need my nail clippers on that toe again. Which is fine, I don't really take good care of my toes anyway.
it's just the pain that's all...painfull and stuff. It went from rather uncomfortable when it first happened, to unbearable while we were cleaning it, down to a dull "HRUTHEARRRRRRRRR" for most of the day. Until I stubbed it and my grandmother kicked it. Accidentally on both counts, of course. So, anway, that's my morning; what did you do?
so I was about to give the stallion a shower this morning, and when I was turning him around he stuck his front foot on my toe and proceeded to pivot on top of it. Aye! So, you know in cartoons when people get smashed they go completely flat? That's exactly how my toe felt. And then when he finally got off it, my toenail was just kinda...laying there. Ripped it clean out from the cuticle forward. Did you know that toenails are actually squared at the end? (on the inside where you can't see them?). Yeah, so anyway, Kristen tells me it's going to be a few months before I'll need my nail clippers on that toe again. Which is fine, I don't really take good care of my toes anyway.
it's just the pain that's all...painfull and stuff. It went from rather uncomfortable when it first happened, to unbearable while we were cleaning it, down to a dull "HRUTHEARRRRRRRRR" for most of the day. Until I stubbed it and my grandmother kicked it. Accidentally on both counts, of course. So, anway, that's my morning; what did you do?