This is what being grown-up must feel like. The other day we had a power cut (I don’t understand why people call it load-shedding. Whether they’re shedding load or doing whatever the fact is you’re in the dark – with no fan, no internet, no life), and I went to the backyard to do something and in the darkness I bumped my toe into something (turns out it was the protruding drain cover). It was supremely painful and when we checked the extent of damage in candlelight, we saw that the nail on my index toe had completely come off. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds, but it was painful and which girl would lose such a good opportunity to cry, but the tears just wouldn’t come. We rushed to the clinic, with baby in tow and got the damned toe dressed. I took painkillers and then I couldn’t even tell which toe I had hurt, unless I looked at it.
Anyway, the point is that I still haven’t told this to my parents after 3 full days! Such a waste of an excellent sympathy-gathering opportunity, which I would’ve otherwise exploited to wallow in self-pity. I spoke with them a couple of times in the last 3 days but we just discussed the baby’s burping problems at length.
Is this it? I am a grown up now. Boohooooo
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Was it the same toe which had the nail come off in IIT !!
God I remember how the doctor wouldn’t let me come into the OT with you – she was soo mean !!!
The one next to that – its the index toe this time. That doc even snapped at me saying “Don’t tell me what to do!”, when I was madly in pain and requested her to go a little easy. That cold-hearted @#$@ then went ahead and just pulled out my nail!! Remember?