Tam and I are both off to doctoring this morning, or maybe later -- I ripped the toenail almost clean off my left pinky toe three days ago. Stumbled into furniture getting read for work and it hurt like pure-dee hell, but I didn't look down because, well, getting-ready-for-work. And when it came to putting-on-socks time, I did look and lo, the Toe Of Pain was also covered in (now crusting) blood. Cleaned up, applied bandage, and have been repeating the procedure twice a day ever since, but it's gone a bit-- Um. Let's just leave it as "gone a bit odd," and move on--
And in our next showcase, The Tamara, who last night was enjoying a lovely pizza until a grabby bit of melted cheese made off with a tooth cap. The hardware has been recovered and preserved but my offer of superduperglue was refused.
So we have each got to have these little items looked at and perhaps repaired. Migawsh, the fun. The glamor.
UPDATE: Got Tam's dental work done -- it took like four hours. My toe, not so much. Maybe tomorrow after work.
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