It was actually warm and sunny this past Sunday, so I ended up walking around barefoot outside as I went down to sit by the lake with a book and a drink. Well, several drinks. Sunday evening, a spot on the ball of my left pinkie toe feels a little tender. No big deal–I’ve stepped on a few pebbles, so it’s hardly surprising. Bummer to have an ouchie, though.
Monday morning, it hurts worse. I inspect my foot and discover that I actually have a small splinter embedded there. Get out the tweezers etc. and start poking around, but it ain’t coming out. Realize that I’m now late to work, so I grab the splinter one last time and yank. The splinter stays put, but I manage to rip a small patch of skin off the sole of my foot. Great–now I have a splinter and a patch of missing skin. Ow.
It now hurts to put weight on the outside of my foot, so I spend Monday walking around just kinda putting my weight on my heel and keeping the outside front of my foot lifted. This, of course, exercises muscles that aren’t used to that much work. So by Monday night, I have a splinter, a patch of missing skin, and a bad muscle cramp. And, of course, the splinter still won’t come out.
Today, I have to try walking more on the inside of my foot (think of super-duper overpronation). This works for a while, but only a while. So by tonight, I end up with a splinter, a patch of missing skin, a bad muscle cramp, and a collapsing arch. And, of course, the damn splinter still won’t come out.
Five bucks sez I’m on crutches by the end of the week. With a splinter.