SO THERE!

You see, poor wittle me has an ingrown toenail. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I keep stubbing that particular toe on everything from the dog to the TV stand. And you know what? IT HURTS AND I WANT MY MOMMY! Sure, you’re thinking, She is complaining about an ingrown toe nail? Not even something serious like Plantar Fasciitis (for those of you who are not as intimately acquainted with Doctor Google as I am, Plantar Fasciitis is a painful foot condition in the heel and arch area.)

And YES, I AM complaining about my toe, you know why? CUS IT HURTS. See, I’ve had ingrown toe nails – on my big toe. I’m not even sure if you can get them on other toes. *Note to self:  Consult Dr. Google later on ingrown toenails* AHNYway. I’ve had ITN since I was pretty young. I can remember being terrified because one of my doctors suggested the nail be RIPPED off! I uhm, might have protested that by screaming and throwing myself dramatically to the ground. But, hey, it worked! the toenail stayed.

But. So did the annoyingly painful ingrowns.

I’m NOT saying I want my poor innocent, polished in Shimmering Cherry Red, nail to be removed, but I sure would like the pain to stop.

The comment section is down there. I’ve had great results with home remedys before, are there any for ITN? SHARE! (please!)

Yeah. that’s me right now. This evening we loaded up the car and headed to Subway for dinner. I had the Chicken Terriaki(sp?) sub and ordered a foot long instead of my usual six inch. My reasoning was that I would be able to have the other half for lunch the next day.

Except it was sitting there taunting me! Calling my name. I gave into temptation and ate it. And now I feel ill.

(except the part of me that is my nummy flavored mouth! Oh man, I can still taste it!)

I feel so bloated, and oddly, tired. I need a fat burner or something. Or to go on a brisk walk (except I hate walks) (how many times have I used Except in this post now?)

What do You do when you’ve eaten too much? How do you get the too full feeling to go away?

I’m not going to address your concerns about what is going on with the puppies, becuase frankly, you aren’t in the mood to listen. I Do regret not supplying the proper information when I wrote that post, but I can’t go back in time.

And even if I could, I would probably be more concerned with grabbing the winning lottery tickets than re-writing a post so that it met the internet’s approval.