On Saturday evening I was playing with Albie, who in her excitement bit my foot.
I didn't really think about it at the time. Albie has nipped me before and when we first got Marley she would sometimes bite when she was anxious.
It's always just been a bit frustrating before.
Anyway, I woke up this morning and my foot was twice the size it was supposed to be.
A very hungover Dan told me to ring NHS 111 and far more hungover James appeared as I was explained the issue to the call handler and made it very dramatic.
So, a trip to A&E, two kinds of antibiotics and a pus drawing dressing later I am hopefully on the mend.
I can't get over how incredibly hot my toe is. It's so sore!
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