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Injuries

So, these are some injuries that I have sustained within the course of only a few days in this month.

So, on March Seventh, I got the bigger, scarier one.

Okay, so, we were staying at a friend's (and fellow LotR fan!) House,

And I had just gotten out of bed, and was walking down a hallway, and my mom and younger brother were behind me.

And as I stepped, I suddenly felt something push through the skin in the bottom of my foot, and up into the flesh.

I immediately froze.

"Uh, guys, there's something IN my foot."

My mom took it very lightly.

She just was like, "oh, it's probably a carpet tack. Here, let me pull it out, Sit down."

"Yeah, it probably is." I said.

Because it actually didn't hurt at all really, it just felt REALLY WIERD, like, something was there in my foot that wasn't supposed to be there.

So I grimaced as I slowly sat on the floor.

I saw something short, and light-colored protruding from my flesh, only about one-fourth of an inch long, so I didn't panic.

Then my mom gave it a tiny yank.

I immediately cried out.

Dang, it HURT.

"Ooh! Mom, stop!"

"Wait, stop moving."

I looked at her, she was looking at my foot with a concerned expression on her face.

She pulled again, harder this time.

Which hurt even more.

I didn't even say anything, I just lay on the carpet, groaning and gasping, and probably wiggling around.

She stopped pulling, and muttered something about it being really lodged in there.

That made me really worried.

But I didn't say anything, and braced myself as she pulled a third and final time.

The thing that was stuck in my foot, whatever it was, finally came loose, in this third yank.

I felt the pressure on my foot immediately release.

My mom didn't say anything for a few seconds, I think she was staring at the thing she had just pulled out.

My little brother was too.

I didn't care what it was, I just lay there, panting and exhausted, on the floor.

(Now I know a teeny bit what giving birth feels like.)

Finally, my mom said, "uh, you had half a toothpick stuck in your foot."

She held up half of a toothpick, which was stained a light pink from being in my foot.

I sat up, and stared at it.

"Wow, you're so brave!" My mom said in a surprised tone.

I was internally freaking out, especially, when my mom told me that the toothpick half had nearly went ALL THE WAY THROUGH MY FOOT.

Surprisingly, it only bled a teeny bit.

And..... About, three weeks later, I can walk barefoot and be completely normal with my foot.

Although, it got all puffy and sensitive at one point....

Later, my little brother told me that I looked like Kíli when they were trying to heal his Morgûl shaft wound.