Disclaimers:
If you are one with a faint heart and a slightly weak stomach, this blog post may not be suitable for you.
For your safety and overall comfort, I do not suggest re-enacting this adventure.
This adventure began with a large black box. No, this is not a philosophical, abstract metaphor; I mean this in the most literal sense. After a blustery drive back to Oklahoma State University I was eager to move back into my room. Over the weekend I had purchased some decorative pieces to lighten up my room and give it a unique quirky style. Among my purchases was a large black storage box that I was eager and determined to move by myself.
I bent with my knees and lifted the massive piece of furniture into my feeble arms and proceeded to carry it up to the entrance of my building.
As I opened the door, I began to lose my grip on the black box. Flustered, I lost track of the door that was soon to become my worst enemy. Just as I had regained composure with the black box the wind caught hold of the door and flung the six bajillion pound door into direct contact with my right big toe.
The door loved my toe a little too much, and did not want to let go. In that moment, I knew there was no hope for my injured toe. Bravely, I ignored the fact that there was a possibility that the “little piggy that went to the marketplace” would not be coming back home.
After calmly walking back into the lounge, I was greeted with exclamations of horror. I was followed to my room with a group of deeply concerned floor mates that were worried about the fountain of blood pouring from my large toe.
Once I made my way to my room, I promptly fell on my rear end and examined the damage. Shock soon took over my body and I wasn’t able to take care of myself. Thankfully, I have been blessed with floor mates with strong stomachs. Without hesitation I had help from a considerate floor mate who helped clean the icky-ness off my foot and bandage the wounded toe.
This event in itself is an adventure. Yes, I know, this doesn’t necessarily have to happen in a small town. But, I thought this adventure was just so dramatic I felt obligated to share the events with you.
I promise, in the future, I will try my best to hold true to the original intent of the blog and provide you adventures that you can re-create and enjoy.
I understand that ripping your toenail off just doesn’t really fit into that category.
But! A trip to your local University Health Services does!
So.
After traumatically injuring my foot, the next day I ventured to UHS. Limping into the waiting room, I was greeted with a pool of poor college students seeking relief from colds, stomachaches and various other unfortunate happenings.
The waiting room is a fantastic place to network with other students. There are always opportunities for conversation starters, and you never know, you might just leave with a new b.f.f.—unlikely, but it’s still a possibility.
After the waiting room, I was escorted to the back of UHS where my vitals were taken and I was thoroughly assessed by a kind clinical assistant.
During the final steps of my adventure, I met with a doctor.
Here were my two options:
1) Remove the entire toenail now.
Thoughts: Uh, no thank you.
2) Let the toe do its thing, and remove it later.
Thoughts: Well, it’s better than the first.
Needless to say, I chose option two. So, if you happen to catch me on campus, do not be alarmed as I hobble up to greet you. If you do not like the sight of an oddly discolored toe, do not look at my feet. You have been warned.
Overall, my adventure with UHS was a pleasant experience. I would definitely suggest it to any ailing person. If you are not ill or feeling under the weather, I do not suggest running to UHS for an afternoon of fun.
For the most part, this adventure can be categorized as a mis-adventure.
However, even though this was a mis-adventure, it was still filled with memorable moments that will forever be humored.