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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Nails on my toenails.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Nails on my toenails. | Nails on my toenails. |
| Monday, 23 January 2012 | |
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Have you ever experienced getting each of your toenails nailed? I haven't. But I think I know how it feels. I scorned the day when it was windy, snowing, and drizzling. It was Saturday and I was asked to go to work. The buses did not arrive on time and I had been waiting for about 15 minutes when I felt that my toenails are getting cold, then numb, then it started hurting like someone had put some nails on each toes. And that was just upon going to work. Going home was another story. In the afternoon, the snowing had stopped but the wind was still nasty. The snow from that morning was already melting. No more clean, white snow on the pavement. They all looked muddy and since they are melting, puddles of water are everywhere. My feet haven't recovered from the morning pain. I decided to take the bus. I cannot walk another mile with aching toes. Fifteen or twenty minutes into waiting, I decided to walk because when I thought of how I'd get on the bus (with the puddle of water on the side of the street), I might have to soak my feet on that icy-cold water just to get on the bus. I cannot travel more than an hour with frostbitten feet. I thought, maybe if I walk to the next bus stop, I can take the bus. So, I walked. Imagining myself getting the warmth that I needed (maybe those bunn coffee makers could help). Next bus stop. A bus came. The driver did not stop near the gutter where we can just hop in the bus without soaking our feet in the water (and the melting snow). Everyone in line was wearing their snow boots or rain boots at that. I was wearing my winter-shoes (a pair of sneakers with insulation inside-- they're good for winter but not on days like that). When it was my turn to hop on the bus (I was the last one) I stopped and turned my back. I cannot take the risk of getting my feet soaked. They are hurting already. So I turned my back. I cried. I did not show anyone that I did. But I cried. I have had too much during the day both at work and my journey that day. I even asked God, WHY? And I prayed. I wish the people closed to me will never have to feel the pain that I was going through that day. Nails or thumbtacks on your toenails. You can never ignore the pain. That night, I started looking for some pairs of leg warmers and boot liners for my rainboots. Just in case snow and rain decided to come at the same time again. |
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