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16 June 2010 @ 07:12 pm
 
This morning, I noticed spots of dried blood all over my kitchen floor. The countertop is so dark I couldn't read if there were any spots there, but I saw nothing on the windowsills, the basement floor or the wood floor of the living room.

Naturally, I checked all of the kitties. No scraped or torn paw pads (is was impossible to tell with Esme; she loves the snuggling but not the scrutiny) or any other visible injuries. Oh well, thought I, I suppose I'll never know.

Shortly thereafter I took a shower. As I was toweling dry, I noticed a red smudge on one of my pinky toes. You guys - I was the culprit/injured party. I have no idea how I cut my toe, nor when. There's no blood on the bed sheets, nor on the floor of the bedroom. My toe isn't even a little bit sore.

Maybe I got up, half asleep, in the middle of the night to battle the onslaught of ants that's been plaguing my kitchen. Maybe they fought back. Maybe the blood on the floor was a map of the battle, and the cut on my toe is a mark of victory, a badge of valor.

Or maybe I stubbed it without realizing and it sealed up again right quick.
 
 
 
Bird on a Wing: Now What The Hell Do I Do With It?caragana_leaves on June 17th, 2010 04:54 am (UTC)
I had this exact thing happen to me while I was a bridesmaid at a friend's wedding. I knew my foot was injured, but I'd cut it on the way out the door, so I bandaged it up and forgot about it. Later, while dancing with the groom, I realized my foot felt odd. I looked down and saw that my bandage had come undone and I was now leaving red footprints on the floor. It didn't hurt, but it was tremendously embarrassing.