When we were packing to move to New Hamburg, it was
raining. We had a moving van with a ramp
and I spent the whole day walking up and down the ramp. My running shoe on my left foot kept pressing
against my big toe every time I walked down the ramp. After the move, I noticed that my left big
toe was badly bruised and eventually the nail turned black.
In Florida,
my toe nail finally fell off as I was putting on my socks to go and play
softball. I left my black toe nail on
the kitchen table and left for softball.
When Barb got home from pickleball, she noticed the black toe nail on
the table and was surprisingly happy for me to have a white toe nail again.
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