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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.
tari3: [VM] Chillin Like a Villiantari3 on June 17th, 2010 08:32 am (UTC)
That sort of happened to me a few years back. I tripped on the sidewalk (there was a lot of construction around) and thought that I'd just twisted my ankle. Five minutes later, I was walking back into my hostel (I was in Greece at the time) and the guy (a really hot guy, btw) pointed out that my toe was bleeding. I looked down at my foot that was attached to the injured ankle, only to find out that it was my other foot that had the bleeding toe.

I could only blink in surprise, because it didn't hurt at all and blood was flowing pretty substantially. It did hurt the next day, though.

I'm glad your foot isn't hurting. :)