Things in life come and go. Lately my big left toenail has done more going than coming. It got ripped off a year and a half ago while moving a couch from our rental house into our new home. It was nearly all the way back in, looked almost normal, when it got torn off again a few days ago. On a whim, I was moving a chair in the living room when it got bumped. It must not have been as normal as it looked because one scrape with the wooden foot of the chair and it popped up like the trunk of a car. The first thing I did was find Veep and ask for her help. The first thing she did was let out an obligatory howl of disgust, "eeeewwwww." And then, without even blinking, "Do you want me to get the kids so they can see too?"
After about fifteen minutes of kind of dabbing the thing, trying to get it to lay back down properly, I accepted the fact that I was going to have to debride it. With only a little hesitation, I grabbed the sucker and quickly yanked it clean. A very strange feeling.