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Part 4 - I Stubbed My Toe

The pain shoots through my foot and leg, nearly paralyzing as the shivers run their course. I have stubbed my toe many times before but this one takes the prize; the warm throbbing occupies most of my senses. After cursing at having been convinced into buy a stone-legged living room table I take my smiley-faced sock off to do some damage control. Just as I had expected my right pinkie toe is red and swollen. Even the smallest touch sends a searing sensation up my leg, putting the sock back on is out of question.

Hobbling out towards the kitchen I, of course, manage to snag my foot on my hallway carpet and have to catch myself nearly tearing down an old picture of me during graduation. Well in the kitchen I fumble around in the freezer for something to put on to help alleviate the discomfort. My hand finds what it's searching for and I grab for a pack of frozen veggies. Suddenly the pain comes back out of the blue and knocks me on my ass. Packs of frozen veggies, ice-cream and TV dinners spill out on the floor and as I go to stand up, I feel a pull in my foot. I carefully grab at my ankle and pull the foot closer to see properly. I am not as agile as I was in my youth and my eyes might need a check but I swear that every few seconds my stubbed pinkie twitches in an odd direction.

Later that night as I am lazing away on the sofa watching junk TV the pain flares up again and my whole leg jerks involuntarily. I grab my knee and try to hold the leg still; my foot is shaking violently, and my toe almost seems to be wiggling, trying to bend in directions a toe shouldn't bend. The shaking stops after a little while but the toe still wriggles in its spot at the end of my foot. Angrily I hop over to the kitchen again, making sure to keep an eye out for the carpet edge and I grab the first-aid kit from the utensil closet. A feeble attempt at binding the food is made, the pain is just too much. Any time I come close to the toe with the gauze the toe strains even harder and the effort of pushing through the pain makes sweat bead on my forehead. I give up.

The strained tugging and wriggling sensation come and goes in waves, making it hard to focus on most of anything and every time I look down, I swear my toe is moving on its own, even if I can't always make it out visually the sensation is still there, convincing me of its presence. Just little wriggles and twists, like a worm moving its head around above the earth on a rainy day.

A couple of over-the-counter painkillers later and I do my best to sleep. I think I'll call the doctor in the morning if it hasn't eased up. Falling asleep is hard enough with the constant small motions from the toe, if it wasn't for the pain pulsing through my foot when I even get as much as a few inches away from the toe with my hands, I'd have at least been able to put on a loose-fitting sock.

Excruciating agony, pain and discomfort forces me out of my light sleep, it feels like my skin is tearing open. The toe is wriggling less violently but it's pulling itself away from the foot itself. I can see tearing in the skin where the root of the toe is attached to the foot. Screaming through gritted teeth I reach down and grab my toe, the muscles in my hand growing weak from the pain. The skin keeps tearing with the sound of thick, wet fabric being pulled apart. I grab my toe as best I can and before there is any time to think an impulse takes the matter out of my hand as, with a quick tug, the toe comes loose. A nearly clean hollow is left in my foot and in my hand now lies my pinkie toe, wriggling like a worm with bones and sinew visible. I can't do anything but watch as it crawls to the edge of my palm, falls to the ground, and heads off out of sight. As a thought begins to form in my mind, trying to rationalize the events that led here, I watch as my thumb starts to slowly rotate in its socket.

Written by: Joceyposer
Edited by: Dracthonia

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