This post is not for the weak stomach folks!
A few months ago, my toenail got stepped on (while wearing flip-flops) at just the right (or wrong) place, and it caused my nail to just split. It gushed blood and was pretty darn painful. It was still attached on the side, but just hanging on for dear life. I had to just YANK it off. I live alone and was able to YELL. LOUD. Thankfully it wasn't my whole nail, just the top right section. Angie called it to "B quadrant" (she is such a teacher). It got doctored & I continued to take excellent care of it, cleaning it and keeping it covered, in darling band-aids I might add.
So here are, the toe chronicles: