Can we say "Ouch"?

This above image is of my right foot. I have the outside of my right foot turned up so you can see from the sole to just below the ankle bone. The little purple circle indicates where the nail went in at the sole of my foot, the yellow indicates where it came out. Nice huh?




























This is the nail that went -through- my foot. That is my thumb, weird as it looks because I was trying to get my camera to actually take a clear pic of something fairly close to it.



















For a better comparison, here is the nail next to a bic lighter. Yeah, pretty much the whole bloomin thing went through my foot. Thank God not through the sole of my foot, but still. When it happened, it didn't really hurt. What hurt the most was wrenching that board there off the bottom of my foot, and for a brief moment, I understood what it felt like for a horse to have a shoe pulled, save for the nails aren't in their -flesh-.

The sad part is, as I was fighting zoe off the porch, as it was 72 degrees outside (70 during the incident which weirdly, afterwards, raised two degrees) I laid eyes on this straggling peice of debris. It came from the bathroom door where Jeff and I took out the old door and frame and I helped him put up a new one. In all fairness, he did most of the work, but I still helped. I was trying to take the dogs out two minutes after forcing her off the porch, looked at this laying on the step outside, tried to get Sweetie out when the fattening hog decided she wanted -back- on the porch, fighting me so hard that I had to push the door open, step outside and fight her back. Except when I stepped outside, I stepped full on the nail, with aggrivation behind the said step.