(*) The foot speaks for the first time
"When you say 'foot,' surely don't you mean 'feet'?"
Point taken. However, I am but one of two feet, and sometimes they act independently of one-another, although their design and purpose should be otherwise - I'm sure we could all identify with that. Take for example myself. I am a left foot. I am on the end of a left leg (fortunately). Unfortunately, throughout my 40 years of existence, I have succumbed to my fair-share of shabby treatment and accident. Let's explore my toenail on the big toe... in 1985 my owner accidentally (not on purpose, I quietly assure you!) dropped the corner of one of those blue Chep pallets onto the end of it from a height of about 5 feet. Blood everywhere, lots of blood. Hobbling, pain, angst - you get the drift, hopefully. The physical result was the immediate loss of the whole toenail upon said big toe. End of story perhaps? Not as such. Throughout the previous 19 years, this alleged toenail on the foot of the left has continued to grow - and fall off, over a cyclic period of about every 2 years. It's rather annoying - the nail has never grown back properly - in reality it looks like a very nasty ingrown beast, yet there is no pain nor infection resulting from this source of bi-annual irritation, which is a joyous relief to both myself and my right-sided companion.
What else can I say as an introduction to the world of my left big toe? Hopefully I can introduce the rest of the family as time progresses onwards. I now march onwards towards the warming cotton black sox that will surround me in peace and comfort during the rest of this slightly-chilly afternoon.
Point taken. However, I am but one of two feet, and sometimes they act independently of one-another, although their design and purpose should be otherwise - I'm sure we could all identify with that. Take for example myself. I am a left foot. I am on the end of a left leg (fortunately). Unfortunately, throughout my 40 years of existence, I have succumbed to my fair-share of shabby treatment and accident. Let's explore my toenail on the big toe... in 1985 my owner accidentally (not on purpose, I quietly assure you!) dropped the corner of one of those blue Chep pallets onto the end of it from a height of about 5 feet. Blood everywhere, lots of blood. Hobbling, pain, angst - you get the drift, hopefully. The physical result was the immediate loss of the whole toenail upon said big toe. End of story perhaps? Not as such. Throughout the previous 19 years, this alleged toenail on the foot of the left has continued to grow - and fall off, over a cyclic period of about every 2 years. It's rather annoying - the nail has never grown back properly - in reality it looks like a very nasty ingrown beast, yet there is no pain nor infection resulting from this source of bi-annual irritation, which is a joyous relief to both myself and my right-sided companion.
What else can I say as an introduction to the world of my left big toe? Hopefully I can introduce the rest of the family as time progresses onwards. I now march onwards towards the warming cotton black sox that will surround me in peace and comfort during the rest of this slightly-chilly afternoon.
Cyalayta
~ Foot'n'Chair ~
http://footchair.blogspot.com
footchair@malnews.cjb.net
What we have not named
or beheld as a symbol
escapes our notice
W.H. Auden
posted by Mallard on Friday, September 03, 2004
~ Email ~
recently!
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< GO BACK to the START!