Today is Valentines and I got this great idea to treat myself to a cheap pedicure. I went to this place called Dream Nails by my house that is run by these little Vietnamese women. Only the visit wasn't so dreamy.
Within the first two minutes of being there, the lady sliced open my heel with a razor. She then spent the next hour trying to get it to stop bleeding. Yes, I said hour. Three little ladies, speaking in a language I couldn't understand, all huddled over my injury. Then they attempted to glue the wound back together.
I will spare you the details but suffice it to say, I ended up in the ER. A doctor removed all the glue they used and redressed the wound. I received a tetinus shot and am now on a heavy antibiotic. I appreciate that the ER doc used pink dressing for Valentines.
Now that I'm home I get to enjoy these:
I hope I don't eat all of them but I make no promises.