"Holy Crapola Batman, that KILLS"

I am in quite possibly the most pain I've been in since being hit in the face with a metal baseball bat.

Earlier this evening I was playing with my nephew, Luke. I ran over to the couch with him in my arms, preparing to throw him into the pile of pillows. My left big toe reached the couch before the rest of me.

My entire toenail was ripped off of its nailbed.

OUCH!

I put Luke down and then laid on the floor. I yelled for Elizabeth then started bawling like a two-year-old. Luke started crying because I was crying. Emma brought me a band-aid, haha. Elizabeth washed my foot and put some antibacterial stuff on my nailbed, then she pushed the toenail back down (OOOOOUUUUCH!) and put gauze and tape on it. Caroline got herself a Creamie and wandered around outside the bathroom door, freaked out by my bloody foot.