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And that was what I screamed as I retrieved my foot from under the couch where my poor wittle left toe was permantely planted. I wanted to "Shout" and cry and swear some more but I suddenly realized I was home alone and my carrying ons were for no avail there was no one to rush to my side and kiss my forehead and tell me I'd be better in awhile. There was no one to run out to the store and get me the largest bottle of Jack Daniels so I would be out like a in shut up! There was no one who cared . Ok, I'm being over dramatic and I know it. One brief moment that was what I was feeling, I'm always there for everyone else why isn't any body at home! So for five hours I sat there helpless in my own pity pool until finally they all returned one by one at the same exact time. (Don't aks me) . I ate as many asprins as I dared to take stuffed my foot in my boots and hobbled to work. The night gave way to morning and I made my way to my best friends house. I showed her my toe what was left of it. The poor little thing was now deformed the toe nail faced West, the toe was barely hanging on by a tendon.The whole foot had turned a deep purple and was working it's way around to the under neath of my foot. My best friend gave me encouraging words, "We're going to go to the hospital and don't be surprised if they have to cut your toe off". Well I began to freak out, yes I did in a HUGE way. ********** Part Two Tomorrow*****