on sundays after church you can usually find us at my grandparents’ house for lunch. it’s sort of a family ritual; we gather, we eat, and we watch jonas exhaust himself completely.
so like every other sunday, jonas, noah and i made our way from church to southeast fayetteville. when we stopped at the intersection of mission and crossover, jonas started to cry from the backseat. apparently one of his racecars somehow made its way down the leg of his shorts—it was hot and it was hurting him. so i put the car in park, and sort of stretched all of the way out there. i fish the car out of his shorts, and all is well.
in the process of working my way to the backseat, i managed to lodge my left pinkie toy under the plastic molding that’s in the corner by the door in the car. it was starting to hurt REALLY bad, and while still at the red light, i tried to get it out.
but it was stuck. really stuck. with the light turning green, i put the car back into drive and knew that i had to change lanes and get pulled over asap. the faster that i drove, the more pressure was put on my toe. all i could see were snippets of the news story:
MOTHER OF TWO LOSES TOE IN CAR
MOTHER OF TWO DIES FROM TOE/MASSIVE BLOOD LOSS WHILE IN CAR
i finally was able to change lanes and pull over (after waiting for a cop to pass me because all i really needed was to be pulled over, too). i threw the car in park, unbuckled, and wedged myself under the steering wheel where i was able to pop my toe free.
it was numb for like 10 minutes, but i’m happy to report that full toe-function has been restored. which is really for the best because i don’t think they give discounts on pedi’s based on how many toes you have.