In my continued vanity, I needed a pair of brown shoes to go with a skirt I was wearing today. I decided on a pair of three-inch slingbacks that I hadn't worn in probably over a year. They'd gone so long unworn I had to dust them before putting them on. I was surprised at how comfy they were.
Coming back to my desk from a meeting on the second floor though, one of those three-inch heels slipped on the very slippery stairs at work and I fell. I would have taken quite the tumble if I hadn't caught myself on the rail. But not before stubbing my left toe quite violently against the stairs. As I got up to hobble down the rest of the stairs, I realized my toe was throbbing, and when I looked down, I realized the toenail was ripped half off. And that's when it started to gush all this blood, and I started freaking out.
The upside of the story is I realized just how caring and kind my lovely teammates are. Justin helped calm me down--"Sure, the nail will die, but a new one will grow in," as if it weren't a big deal!--and got me bandages and antiseptic wipes. Danielle got me ibuprofen, a bag of ice, and lunch, and offered to take me wherever I needed to go (the doctor's for instance). Kate lent me her flip flops. Diana got me water. Amy offered to walk me to my car. They--and quite a few others--were all very concerned and checked up on me multiple times. I felt very loved and cared for! And the campus ERT people came by and checked to make sure I hadn't injured anything else, and were also very nice.
