Okay, so the date that this really happened was August 6, 2010.... But I just have not updated my blog since then. I've thought about doing so, but since the school year has started, my access to the computer is extremely limited because my brother is doing "homework" on it ALL the time!
Here's the story....
We were getting ready to go to Fairview (time 12:00) and I was running down the stairs when it happened. I had just reached the bottom when I stepped on something! "What the heck?!" I looked at my foot (that was writhing in agony!) and it wasn't bleeding! I could not believe I was in so much pain and there wasn't even any blood! Just a flap of skin weirded out... So i touched it and when I did pain went SHOOTING up my leg! I'm not even kidding! I just started screaming!!! (My mom will tell you that I was screaming worse than a woman in labor, but let me just clarify that I was not!) Oh it was awful.
I soaked my foot in the tub. Used tweezers. And everything I could think of to try and get this dang thing out. No results.
10:00 rolls around. We are in Fairview. Everyone was driving me absolutely crazy asking if they could try and get it out. Stubbornly, I wouldn't let anyone try. I went to bed so everyone would just leave me alone! But, no. They all came out on the back porch and laughed, and talked, and stepped on me multiple times. (I was sleeping on the back porch by the way!) I started crying because I was so frustrated. My G-ma came over and told me that I she had to try and get it out or else it would get infected. My dad said the infection would eventually kill me. I didn't want to die. To every one's relief, Grandma got the toothpick out... or at least we thought.
A week later, I was running down the stairs (again) and i hit my heel (did I mention it was in my heel?!) HARD on a step! It KILLED! I thought,"Okay, if this toothpick really is out, it shouldn't be hurting a week later!" Am I right?! I took a look at my poorly healing foot and decided I needed to perform surgery on myself. I took a piece of sandpaper and some disinfected tweezers. I used the sand paper to take off the layer of purplish-greenish skin covering the injury. Then, I took the tweezers and started pulling skin away from the hole. After a few layers, something burst (seriously!) and exploded all over! I had infection squirt out all over me and Jacob's carpet! (What did you think I'd be dumb enough to do this in my own room!?) Oh the smell was horrendous! I'm gagging just thinking about it! I thought that the pain would be gone after that... Oh boy was I wrong!
A while after that, we went to the cabin. I wore flip-flops the whole time, so my feet got very red-dirty. When we got home, 18 days after the first epic-toothpick-in-my-foot-august-sixth day mind you, I decided to soak my red-dirty foot in a warm bowl of Epsom salt. It soaked for about 15 minutes. I pulled my foot out and squeezed my heel (Keep in mind that I was on my tippy toes for 18 days!!!!! Talk about calf pain!!!!) and something started coming out! I started yelling,"AH! More infection is coming out!" Tyler ran over to come check it out. He told me to wipe it off so we could see more come out. I wiped it and it didn't go away. It was something solid. I said,"What the heck... It's a log or something!!" Or something!!! It was the toothpick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can still hear the Hallelujah chorus singing from that day! (Now I have a fear of toothpicks.) I was able to pull the tip of the toothpick out with my fingers. It now resides in a ziploc bag on my wall of trash.
Author's Note: I apologize for the short choppy sentences, undescriptive words, bad grammer, and excessive use of paranthesis (Oh! And exclamation points!). You have to understand that it is difficult for me to relive these bitter times of my life.
