Too lazy for prose, random thoughts only
When I was little I was sitting on my kitchen counter and there was a box of push pins next to me. As I jumped off of the counter I bumped the box and it hit the floor before I did...Even now I cringe at the pain as my mom pulled all of those out of my feet.
Oh my gosh, I want to puke at the thought of more than one. The funny thing about stepping on it was that due to the callouses, I heard it pop as it pierced the skin before I actually felt the pain. It was surreal. More than one? Vomit-making.
At least with a push pin, there's little chance of it living in your foot for 6 months.
I think there is one thing worse -- the rusty nails I occasionally stepped on as a kid on the farm. Why I didn't get lockjaw is a miracle. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of anyone stepping on anything sharp.
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