I knew it would happen one day. I didn't know when. Or where. Or how. I had wondered how long it would take...who would be with me when it finally did happen? I wondered if I would even notice. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to happen or not...would it hurt? Would anybody be there to offer support? Would anybody understand what I was going through?
Tonight was the night. It actually happened during dinner at my parents' house. I'm glad I was surrounded by family when it occured. I'm glad they were there to share the moment and offer support when...
my toenail FINALLY fell off.
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lol! you are good at keeping people in suspense! :)
The suspense was in waiting to see just how many times she could manage to steer the conversation to her toenail the rest of the night. :)
hey clint, READ MY MIND...
*swallowing own vomit*
*making gagging noises*
[recovering]
NICE.
It was a joyous occasion. I'm just so glad I was around to share it.
Love ya,
Dad
I was sitting on the edge of my seat!! Well, did it hurt? I have one that happened right before yours, and my nurse husband says it should be coming off any day now. Watch me be in a client's office when it happens... Ahh!!!
tammi - :-)
lyndi - no, it didn't hurt at all. honestly i'm glad it finally came off. i was tired of watching my step EVERYWHERE i went. took #2 to a party at the skating rink last weekend...was terrified that someone would skate over my toe.
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