My Big Toe

I'm not really into feet. Don't like looking at them and HATE when people touch mine. Here is my big toe. Isn't he a beauty?!

I've only got nine toenails. That's not because of a birth defect or because I'm a member of some Triad-stylee gang but because it had to be removed due to a problem with a recurrent ingrowing nail. It may not look pretty but I've shaved seconds of my personal best time for cutting my nails ;p

The first time I had a problem I buried my head in the sand and persevered with an infected nail for a few months. It used to seep pus into my sock on a daily basis and spurt blood in the shower. I was too scared to get it seen to but eventually manned-up and got it removed. But they didn't do it properly so I had to get it operated on again a few years later. And then it was sorted and I never again had the joy of peeling my sock from my seeping toe.

People of the Blipland: take heed of my tale. Do not shy away from minor surgery. Let them take your toenails and do not worry that you will be left with a mangled stub on your foot. See the evidence before you and bow down to the beauty that is left behind!