My Nail is Gone!

There goes my nail.

I was packing my luggage for my business trip tomorrow and in my rush, I tore my toe nail with the edge of the bedroom door. My initial thought was it was just any one of those times... until I saw the blood oozing out from the nail.

My initial thought was not about the pain (well, it's tolerable la!), but the worry about how am I going to show off my always-nicely-pedicured nails in the next 3 months or so. The nail would be dropped off in no time when it's healing!!

I never have nice sexy legs. So the only thing I'm proud of about my leg.. it what's at the end, those 10 nicely shaped toes. I'd diligently go for my regular nail sessions at Nail Room, and get my nailart done. And I'm always happiest during weekends, where I can then show them off when I wear nice bejeweled sandals.

Just 3 weeks back, my feet was attacked by sandflies and was totally disfigured with the bites. I was in total embarrassment (and still is) whenever someone caught a glimpse of my feet. Suddenly, I was so depressed about people looking at my feet. For once, I was not proud of them and now with my my nail incident, it's going to make things worse!

Just how long more can I show off my only proud possession again, I wonder.