As of today I only have nine toe nails. Trust me, you need more than that, it doesn't feel real good. My toe and toe nail related problems go back about a week, I was running on the treadmill at the gym and developed a blister. Rather than resting the next day, I decided to run it out. It got worse. That was last Thursday and other than a brief two minute attempt earlier this week, I haven't been able to use the treadmill since.
As of last night the toe nail was barely hanging to my toe, so I took preemptive action and decided to sever relations with it immediately. I was hoping this would make everything better, and I could resume my City to Bay training. Given the fact that I'm walking today with a Verbal Kint-like limp, that's clearly not going to happen. The frustrating part is that after 30 odd years of lethargy I actually really feel like exercising now but I can't.
I've been told that if it's not better in a few days I should seek medical advice, so that's probably the next step. Or wait for the toe to fall off and send it to a girl as an expression of my love, Van Gogh style. I hope it gets better soon.
Note: I was going to include a picture, but it looked pretty disgusting and I figure noone wants to see that.
2 comments:
Who was the qualified person who said "if it's not better soon, you should seek medical advice"?
It was Mirjana. Plus my Mum.
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