The tale of the foot

So the thing is,

Someone actually e-mailed me and asked me what the hell happened to my foot. 

I've mentioned it a few times (and tweeted about it many, many times, because I'm... me), but this nice little e-mail reminded me that I never actually got to the point. Thank you for reminding me. Don't worry, it's neither a long nor yucky story, it's also a very nice example of how I work as a person. 

= how I don't work, in other words. 

Let me break it down for you; 

1. I stepped on something, a small piece of glass I suspect, since a couple of days before I'd been carrying a mattress from my room to the livingroom and I literally walked into a mirror and knocked it over, which of course means that it broke. Big time. It pretty much exploded when it hit the floor (I'm clumsy).
   
   
2. After a weird, high-pitched noise and a sting of pain, I looked at my foot, could see something but it didn't look like a big deal. So I didn't do anything about it and just kept walking.
   
   
3. Why the hell didn't I do anything about it?!
   
   
4. I honestly don't know (I'm both clumsy and I make questionable choices in life).
   
   
5. A few weeks went by and it seemed like everything was okay. I didn't think about my foot since it didn't give me a reason to think about it, so to speak, until one fine day (it was probably raining, but it sounds nice to say "one fine day"), it started to hurt. I finally looked at it, and there it was. A black dot right where I'd stepped on the thing that was probably a piece of glass. About the size of a pea.
   
   
6. I still did nothing.
   
   
7. I spent the night at Emilia's house with her and Jözz. For some reason I mentioned "the black thing on my heel" and showed it to them. They were not amused. They told me that I should have it checked immediately, then pointed out that I should have 24-hour surveillance, because I hurt myself so often.
   
   
8. I didn't listen to them and I still did nothing. Of course I didn't.
   
   
9. A few days before we went to Amsterdam, me and my mother were cleaning the livingroom, when I stepped on the cord to the vacuum cleaner, and the pain made me scream. My foot was really hurting by then. I was kind of limping already. Mum was about as amused as Jözz and Emilia were. She immediately called the doctor and we went to the hospital the morning after.
   
   
10. I got an ultrasound on my foot, and they did some other things. I have literally had ultrasounds done on every part of my body now.
    
    
11. They couldn't find anything, said it was probably a mild inflammation. I was sent home with some pills and a follow up-appointment scheduled a week later. We went to Amsterdam. I was limping big time. Around here I finally started to realize that I probably should have been more careful.
    
    
12. Like I wrote in my previous post, when meeting up with Dana and Naomi in Amsterdam, I ended up walking for five hours straight. I was really, really limping by then. Putting pressure on that foot was no option, and it hadn't been an option for at least a week, so my other fot and leg was quite... worn out. By the end of the day I could barely walk at all. And...
    
    
13. ...when I got back to the apartment, there was a blister the size of a cookie under my foot, where the black dot had been. Not pleasant.
    
    
14. Understandingly, I spent most of the Saturday in the apartment eating those huge delicious puddings I found at the supermarket, hopped on one leg all the way home to Sweden on Sunday, got home, 40 minutes later we were on our way to the emergency room after my dad had looked at my foot and squeaked "BLOOD POISONING?!", and the day after that I got sent back to the hospital (it wasn't blood poisoning, fortunately).
    
    
15. They did some yummy things at the hospital but I'll spare you the details. You're welcome. It got better once the surgeon worked his magic, at least. Now after a few weeks of penicillin and limping I can actually walk again. And my foot lived happily ever after.
    

The end. 

Glorious, huh? I guess this also sums up the end of my Amsterdam trip! So no need for a post on the last two days. A bunch of family stuff and apple pies. Foot. Airport. More foot. You know the deal. 

And so, what have we learned?
I honestly don't even know. I should just buy some bubble wrap and make a suit out of it. 

Yep.
What to... say now... 

Well, for starters I'm kind of brainwashed from working at the bakery, and working extra as a kitchen slave at my friend's family graduation party all weekend. And on top of that, all week I've been watching way too much Pretty Little Liars, so I don't have much to spit out. Actually watching Pretty Little Liars right now. Mona is back from the asylum and it's pretty tense in school, she found a cow's brain in her locker. Okay. I love this show, but my brain is like a damp, dirty towel. Like a really, really damp towel.

Towel's don't think that much so you can see why this is a problem.

Since fashion is my passion I'll just throw in some pictures from Saturday, with some closet add-ons. 

"Ponies forever" tee from Taobao and dotted skirt from H&M ♪ 

Oh and here's my rubbery face as well. Charming.

No I don't know what happened there either.

Goodnight friends, I hope you had a nice day and that you're less tired than I am.

Rabu rabu (づ￣ ³￣)づ ♡