Again with the toe...

Don't know how I did it but after arriving in my first class today I realize that I've hurt my toe... and it is bleeding profusely. It isn't until after class when I take a closer look that I realize something is protruding out of my toe... a piece of cement, glass, plaster... if you will. Something I can't remove myself because A) I am far too squeemish B) it would hurt like hell and C) I can't really grab onto it... because it's so embedded. ew & ouch. On my way to the emergency room. More later. 

Edits: here is the before and after- 

My wonderful mother, the nurse, (bless her heart) took care of my injured toe in the middle of her shift at the hospital today. Nothing was in my toe... it was just so mangled with skin and such that it looked like it. She opened it up with tweezers and put all this medication inside... I tried not to look so I can't really describe it to you. Yuck. My poor toe =(

"You simply cannot do anything for a broken toe."

My toe is broked. lol.

 Ahem, My toe is broken. Er, sprained, fractured, injured etc. My mother, the nurse, can't seem to tell me which it is. After asking her what the hell she went to nursing school for if she can't tell me if my toe is broken or not, she says nonchalantly, "I am not a doctor." Boy, do I hear that excuse a lot. 

So my toe remains (let's use a safe word here...) injured. It remains injured, and throbbing, and swollen and partially purple. It's my big toe, if you were wondering. 

*Edit: How I did this to myself: Upon leaving my mother's bathroom I slipped on some water near the door and fell feet forward. My toe hit the door then jammed beneath the door and the floor (the door was closed) leaving a huge gash on my foot as well. Ouchie. If it doesn't make sense to you, that's OK. It didn't make any sense to me either.