After I finished my mini-surgery on my foot, I made this cake:
What’s that? Oh yeah… I performed surgery on myself. Just a mini one! It wasn’t like I was doing a heart by-pass or anything. When the blender hit my toe, a part of the nail broke and embedded itself into the flesh. Of course, at first, with the skin swelling over a fair majority of my toe nail (I’ll spare you a picture. You are welcome), it was hard to tell what was really causing the pain. But as the swelling decreased, I was able to catch a glimpse of what was really going on, and I saw the nail shard and decided it was best if I just cut it out myself. After three minutes, it was all done! And nearly immediately, I felt an improvement. I no longer felt a sharp stabbing pain every time I put pressure on my toe. By the next morning, the swelling had decreased significantly.
Unfortunately, I overestimated the great strides of my healing. I woke up bright and early this morning (5:30) to force my mind over my matter; the very same matter that has grown in girth over these past days. Getting my foot into my shoe wasn’t a problem, but as soon as I set the treadmill in motion, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sustain a long distance. I cut my workout short by about 00:44:58 and headed to the mat for some toning exercises. It felt a bit worthless since the toning would be hidden by the insulation I’ve built around myself with Kit Kat bars, but I worked, nonetheless. Then I took off my shoe and saw blood on my sock. Great.
Tomorrow… Band-aids! Or leg amputation. I’ve got this.