So, I think I’m going to start complaining online about the various things that are going wrong with my body, since Lloyd is pretty sick of hearing it. All ailments are quite minor, so feel free to skip this post entirely, unless you like reading stuff from whiners. Today let’s complain about my toes.
Well, I’ll complain – you just get comfy.
Probably too early for that.
My bunion hurts. There, I said it. Lauren: never, ever wear those dumb ballet flats longer than a church service. I wore them on Monday and the left one cut right across the nerves on that dumb bump and HUUURT. I put 4 band-aids on but the elastic was still brutal. Idiot.
These pictures are not about something that hurts, but something that is deformed. My ‘little piggie that had none’ is a bit of a hammertoe. I hadn’t really thought about how I have a bottom-of-the-toe callous on the tip of it until I saw what it did to my ancient flip flop. Hmmmmm. That ain’t normal.
I am sparing you a picture of the actual toes. You are welcome.