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Warning: Foot Story Ahead

A few weeks ago I slammed my foot into J's Magic Nana chair. What is a Magic Nana chair? Well, it is a reclining chair, a gift from Kate's grandmother (Nana), and in the first two weeks of J's life it was just about the only place he would sleep consistently, which is how it acquired the "Magic" descriptor. Upon slamming my foot into the chair, my toenail came a little bit detached and bled profusely. I was determined not to lose this toenail, since I can get a bit queasy about naked toes. The nail managed to stay attached, although it turned all white.

Last Friday, I rubbed my foot against the carpet the wrong way and my toenail all but fell off. Instead of a naked toe underneath, I was surprised to find a new nail growing. I was pleasantly surprised until I realized that the nail is now ingrown. I have an appointment with the podiatrist tomorrow.

In any case, I was not telling this story to gross you out and turn you away from this blog, as I know foot stories can do. I've had to stop reading many a blog due to a poorly placed foot story. It's a damn shame really.

On the form the podiatrist sent to me, there were questions about everything. The ages of my mother, father, siblings, and children. Whether or not I had heart disease or cancer or allergies. Finally, when I got to the part that was actually about feet, there were just a few YES/NO questions. Corns? Club Feet? Warts? Other Foot?

Other Foot? Other Foot?!?

YES

So I went to the podiatrist this morning and found out that the nail is not ingrown, just short. It takes something like 6 months for a nail to grow to full length. The part that I thought was underneath the skin is actually not nail at all, just some hard skin. All is well with my toes.

Also, it was a little bit startling to see that the podiatrist was somewhere around my age. He came into the exam room and said, "Hi, I'm Jeff."