Glass in the foot.
The sad thing, I have a piece of glass in my foot, the sadder thing, I can't get it out, the even sadder thing, my husband has cataracts and there is no way he is going near me with anything sharp. I'm hoping for a quick fester and maybe my body will just shoot that bad boy out. The good thing, while I was trying to manipulate and controt my body into a position where I could see my feet, I was able to see my toes, well my big toe and I must say, she is still as pretty as she was before me getting so fat. I do have the other big toe on the other foot that, well shall I say had the misfortune of breaking the fall of my pyrex dish, and she, that toe, has never been the same, but the other big toe, the one where the glass is in my foot, still as cute as a button.
This is what I hate about being 200 pounds overweight. I can't get glass out of my foot. I'm adding that one to the other thousands of things that I can't do. Just what I needed.
WEll, I limped and limped and my hubby kept offerering but you know, he has cataracts and him and a needle or tweezers, nah! So finally my son said, "Just let me look at it, I won't use a needle or tweezer, just look." I'm a big baby and will not let anyone touch my feet with anything. So, he said, "I'm going to squeeze gently." And he did and then he said, "It's huge, let me just use the tweezers and get it. I've got it squeezed out a large amount."
So, I cried, like a baby, and he used the tweezers and now, I'm glass free and proud. HEHE.