Toenail B'Gone!

Two days ago, I notice the toenail on my left big toe is very narrow at the tip. I flex my foot and peer under the nail, where a small gap appears. Ugghhh! It’s separating from my foot! Yesterday, the gap is larger and today I can’t bear to look at it. At dinner tonight (potatoe chips and a cold Tusker beer) I rest my heels up on the table and am shocked to see bare flesh where my burgundy painted toenail had just been.

'I didn’t even feel it come off,' I tell Ian. He’s sitting next to me at the table, munching chips and sipping his beer. He looks down at the floor and points, 'There it is!' He’s genuinely excited, but I can’t look. 'And it’s huge!' he adds. Gee, just what every girl loves to hear.

There is now a wedge of new nail. This bald toe is gruesome and stands out against the other painted toenails, so I remove the polish only to discover the right big toe is still purple. Ian is convinced this nail will also fall off. He gives it a month.