perils of summertime

I have a word or two to say about slivers. First of all slivers FUCK YOU.
I woke up so carefree and full of zest, the world was mine, and I could do anything or nothing. Then I got a fucking sliver under my little toe.

I just walked out into the beautiful sunshine, it seemed as though exactly when the sun touched my skin. I felt the weight of an entire forest of pain pressing down on my little toe.

Slivers are a common thing, especially when laying new bark in the spring/summer time. I can understand that hazard comes along with doing these types of jobs, I'm willing to take that risk, during working hours. This was an epic tragedy of poor timing.

Quickly I switched into survival mode, grabbed a razor, tweezer, and a tissue cause sliver removal tends to get me a tad teary eyed. Just pureness of wood pitted against metal. The ultimate battle of wits. I digress.

I sat down and started to dig the sliver out. I could see the little spike sticking out under the pad of my second toe. No problem. Well I pulled it out with no problem, stood up and instantly I felt that little prick of pain. The one you feel EVERY-time you take a step.

I sat back down and started to dig a little deeper to find the cause of the problem. 20 minutes later, lots of blood pain and cursing, I'm left with a little stab of pain in my foot, in addition to what I did with the razor, and a bloody hole in my toe. Still no sliver out.

I'm gonna go cry in my room for a minute. Then I'm going to make some bomb ass oatmeal. I love oatmeal, I make it like they have at jamba juice. Wicked good stuff.

I could probably just do my crying while I'm eating my oatmeal. That would save time.