My left foot is cursed.
How else does it keep on suffering foot-deforming injuries?!
This time, it got a scratch — one that turned out to be a pretty nasty gash.
One second, I was dancing the jive, and the next, I felt something slice into and up my foot — I’m assuming the high heel of the woman triple-stepping beside me.
It stung enough for me to yelp “Oww!” and stop dancing for a second. When I looked down, it only looked like a scratch, so I decided to just keep dancing.
As soon as the song ended, a friend came over and asked how it was going, and I started to tell her about my scratch when I noticed the jagged, bright red streak of blood slicing down a good quarter of my foot.
This was the same foot that had a toenail partially kicked off it less than two months ago. Seriously.
Luckily, my friend knew first aid and bandaged it up for me at the coat-check counter.
What can I say? My foot is cursed!
I hope it doesn’t scar, or there go my dreams of becoming a foot model. 😛