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While talking to Kris this evening, I wandered back and forth in the various bedrooms and hallway, spinning and twisting around as I did so. Kris was talking about something or other when I suddenly HOWLED in pain.

"What is it? What is it?" Kris called as he came running into the bedroom where I was sitting on the bed, uttering sounds of "ow ow ow ow OOOOOWWWWWWW!" I had my sock off and my foot up high. Kris quickly deduced splinter, and ran back out of the room for tweezers.

Four seconds later, he was back, and ready to pull the splinter out. He looked at me, saw my expression as I burst into tears, and asked, "Is this pain, or frustration from the day?" The day, I admitted as he decided handing me the tweezers was probably the safest bet for his ears. I gladly took them, grabbed the splinter with them, and pulled.

"There you go," he said, "you can stop crying," as I looked at the quarter inch splinter I had pulled from my big toe.

"That's not everything," I commented between sniffles. "There's more. Can you get a needle and alcohol?"

Kris did, along with my other four pairs of tweezers, because no woman should have just one tweezers in the house. I mean, REALLY.

Kris and I alternated between digging with the pin he found and dousing my toe with alcohol. Kris kept alternating between wondering if I was really sure there was anything still in my toe, and commenting on how I like to rip the wound open. I was all for getting that splinter OUT.

Eventually, I was able to pull enough skin back to allow me to slip the pin under the splinter and push it up. Kris quickly grabbed the tweezers and, after a couple tries, gripped the splinter.

Who would have thought that the removal of a splinter, a piece of wood so small, would feel so good.

Or that I'd be able to feel it.

Kris marvelled at the size of the second piece, which was about 1/4" long ("maybe longer," he said), until he realized that pulling the splinter opened the wound: blood started gushing out of my toe.

Another douse of alcohol and a bandaid later, and tonight's adventure concluded.

I won't be spinning around any time soon.