Early on Friday morning, I was in the kitchen getting the kid’s lunches ready for school, making coffee and toast, and just going along with my everyday morning routine when “HOLY SH**!” I felt this incredible, sharp, stabbing pain in the middle of my heel!
I limped over to the couch and let my hand glide along the bottom of my foot, and that’s when I felt it. The tiniest, sharpest piece of glass embedded into my heel. It’s unbelievable that such a little thing can cause so much pain. Why is that? I could have stepped on a rusty nail and it wouldn’t hurt so much. Not that I’ve ever stepped on a rusty nail, but I’m almost certain that this is a fact.
Even with six weeks since my last pedicure (Let’s face it, sandal season is now over.) I could still feel that little shard of glass right through to my bones! With only 10 minutes until we had to leave the house and my morning routine temporarily halted, I screamed for my husband to assemble the arsenal.
Five different kinds of tweezers, a straight pin, an LED flashlight, and an X-ACTO knife were gathered and lined up on the kitchen table like surgeon’s tools. I promptly hefted my foot on top of the table and with a bit of cajoling from my husband to “chill out” he began his careful exploration to locate the offensive shard.
“Quit squirming!” I was told. So I closed my eyes and practiced deep breathing like a Yoga master, while he held my foot with the grip of a Ninja and tried using the tweezers to grab the glass. After several unsuccessful tries, and the f-bomb dropping from my lips, he decided to change tactics and just dig the little bugger out. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
“Don’t move or we’ll both be bleeding!” So, while he dug for buried treasure, I prayed to the Gods for his hand to be steady and his knife to be swift. And then, with the morning sun shining through the kitchen window, he saw the light and I was free! FREE!
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