I had a great weekend. David flew into Dallas Thursday night, and it was so nice to have him visit. We spent Saturday relaxing, organizing, and dreaming. Sunday we brunched, I dropped David off at the airport, took a giant nap, babysat the kids and browsed Pinterest. Too short, but really nice.
But Friday night, our southern comfort food and poolside relaxing was interrupted by an impromptu poolside toenail surgery… To set the scene, it was dusk. The kids were swimming, the parents grilling and chatting. Yolanda’s neighbor and friend is a doctor, so I asked about my terrible ingrown toenail. When she offered to help fix it, I had no idea what I was getting into. What followed was two hours of toenail extraction. There was blood. There was pus. There were frightened children and faint husbands milling about while I sobbed and screamed like I was having my foot sawed off. It was severely ingrown and infected. I have had issues before, but with the exception of one doctor’s visit, I have maintained it with a good pedicure for years. All of this went down at the side of the pool with five kids, three dogs, two sets of parents and David and I. I really am beyond grateful that everyone pulled together to fix my toe. But it still feels a little surreal. Sorry to share the gruesome details, but really this description was PG all things considered. My toe is on the up and up. I am disinfecting like crazy and it is already feeling so much better. But again, it was totally bizarre, hilarious and painful.