Duh.
Sometimes I wonder how I made it through life without really damaging myself. For the big soiree tomorrow (something like 35+ peeps coming over for the pre-gig... uh, soiree - didn't I just say that. Jesus, were you not listening?) Deb and I have been cleaning and painting like fiends. While she did some touch up to the hallway, I had bathroom duty. DUTY. As in chores. Come on.
I was diligently working on cleaning the soap scum residue from the tub, so I went a little heavy on the Comet. Sprayed down the whole tub with a think layer of white stuff. Let it sit for a while to soak in. Then I got in the shower (this is where the duh comes in) to rinse it out.
Somehow... unbeknownst to me and my malfunctioning pain receptors, I had a small cut on the bottom of my foot. Three minutes into the rinsing ritual, my foot started burning like a motherf*cker. And now I have a big ol' raised red bump on my big ol' Fred Flintstone toe. Probably some kind of blood poisoning. I'm sure my foot will have disintegrated right off my leg by morning.
This is what I get for poking fun of people wanting to drink coffee pot cleaners. If I had used all natural, non-toxic bath tub cleaner, my big toe wouldn't be so abnormally fucking big right now. I suppose I could tell everyone it's the latest fetish sex toy.
"Hey, lady, wanna see my BIG toe? He he he."

Oooookay. Waaay too much caffeine tonight.