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4/20/2011
MISSING TOE. NOT REALLY. @ 3:59 pm

So surfing weekend was a success. The boyfriend loved it. Didn't get any photos of it though.

What I did get photos of, though..is my accident.

Yes.

We decided to drive 30-40 min to Ucluelet from Tofino to go for a walk. James told me flip flops would be fine on the trail he was taking me on. What he didn't tell me was he was going to make me walk a cross a shit-ton of rocks.


Doesn't look too difficult, does it? WELL. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. DO NOT WEAR FLIP FLOPS ON A WALK.

I ripped off part of my baby toe.
Ok, exaggeration, but it is missing a good chunk out of it. I snagged it on a rock. Not even on the trail yet. Seriously, it happened like right before we even got into the wilderness. I apparently whine about little tiny scratches, so I tried to not make a big deal out of the chunk of toe missing. I have oddly shaped baby toes, and they're curved and round at the end. This one is now cut perfectly squared. This is seconds after the incident:



Notice the awkward smile? Yeah, trying to shut down the PAIN. Being the trooper I was, I decided to go on with the walk.



1.8 KM later, my toe feels like it's burning.

WARNING, NEXT PHOTO NOT GOOD IF YOU NO LIKEY BLOOD.





What the F is this!? This is no little scratch! My flip flop looked like there was a mass murder on it! FUCK WILDERNESS.




Me cleaning my wound. Ignore the ass crack.


UPDATE: Nothing other than flip flops are wearable at the moment. I hobble like someone with one shortened leg.




2 comments
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.





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