the craziest thing i've probably ever heard

So, y'all are not even going to believe the story I am about to tell you...

But it's the truth...

The terribly painful, God's honest truth.

Two weeks ago, over the 4th of July weekend, I discovered a little black "cut" on my toe...the soft spot between my pinky and 4th toe. Random? Yes, but these things do happen, right?

It didn't hurt badly, just more annoying than anything. So, I cleaned it properly and figured it would heal quickly. As the week went on, I noticed the little black cut started to move? What began between my toe's, was now in the middle of my foot, and left a little red trail in it's path.

"Maybe it's a splinter?" After all, it's summer, and 98% of the time I'm usually in flipflops, or bare foot. But this seemed deeper than any splinter I had ever had as a kid, and it HURT like craziness. Plus, how would one get a "splinter" between one's toe?? Yeah...not so much.

By Saturday evening, I was limping, and on the verge of tears. Whatever was habitating in my foot was causing a painful infection. I sat in the bathroom floor late that night, trying to pick it out...panicked at this point that it was some kind of little creature. Nick wanted to take me to the ER, and I refused. How humiliating!

"Hi, can you please cut this "worm" out of my foot?" Fail!

So, Sunday morning, we set off for the Dr. All the while, thinking...

How did it get in there?
Is "it" alive?
Why is it moving?
Please, just get it out!

After about a million questions from the Dr...including, "Kristin, have you been to Africa recently? There are dangerous parasites/worms that dwell in damp area's, and can find their way into the body upon direct contact."

SERIOUSLY??

A few minutes later

Y'all. I was freaking out!

So, in comes the Dr. and the nurse, and a few other on lookers.

Followed by a big ol' shot of Lidocaine. That. Mess. KILLS!!!
Then he cut my foot open, and went hunting. Would you like to know what he found?

A hair.

That's right, kids. A dog hair that belongs to my little black rat terrier, Cowboy.

Your probably all wondering the same thing.

HOW????

As was I. However, I think this one just cannot be explained. Somehow, one of Cowboy's little hairs found it's way into my skin, and started movin' and groovin'. The infection began when my body could not rid itself of this little foreign hair. I stumped every single person in that office.
I even got to take my hair home. In a speciman cup.

I'm not gonna lie. I was really hoping that after going through all of that, I would have more to show than a wimpy dog hair. Come on, a worm would make me seem like a warrior.

So, word of the day, dog lovers. Beware of stray hairs. You just never know :)

Cowboy, I still love ya, buddy!

xoxo,
K