We took a whirlwind trip to California the first weekend in February for Collin's friend Matt's wedding. We stayed with the Van Dykes for the two nights we were in town and stopped at my family's Chinese New Year party on the way out. Amazing how much we packed into three days and two nights!
That's the end of the good news. As soon as we got home Sunday night I started making dinner and in the process dropped a dinner plate square on my big toe. It was painful, to say the least, and I was out of commission for a while. It looked like this right after the incident:
Unfortunately, by that same evening the blood had refilled and it hurt worse than ever.
The swelling stayed down for the most part after that until it finally healed enough for the nail to fall off and for me to walk around without a surgical boot (because shoes hurt too much to wear and flip flops were too cold to wear). Things started looking funny, so I went to a podiatrist to have it looked at, and he ended up scraping off some of the tissue that was growing back funny so it would heal better.
And that's the end of the most disgusting and painful thing that's ever happened to me. :)