Warning: squick factor below
When I took part in the 2008 Washington DC Breast Cancer 3-Day I came home from the event with a huge dark red blood blister (or band of dried blood, I dunno) under the toenail of my right big toe. Bit by bit, as the nail grew out over the following months, the width of the band decreased. Then, we took a dive trip to the Florida Keys and I was startled and sort of pleased when, after our first dive out in the salt water off Key Largo, I looked at my foot as I took my neoprene boots off and saw that the band of dried blood was ... gone. Evidently the salt water had gotten under the nail by means unknown and washed it out.
Well, last night the other shoe dropped. I took a bath around bedtime and as I was drying myself I found that the entire toenail was loose, attached only at the base. No wonder the salt water had been able to get under there and wash the dried blood out.
I've been assured by le wife that this is not a big deal, that it'll probably re-grow, but it's sort of squickful to have one's big toenail flapping like an open cabinet door in the breeze.
Realizing that the part flapping loose was done for, I sort of gritted my teeth (there was no pain, but it was disturbing to look at) and cut the nail in half, leaving the bottom part still attached since I didn't want to yank the whole thing out by the roots and screw the regrowth prospects up even worse.
Then I put a big Band-Aid around the whole thing and went to bed and tried not to think about it.
Ick.
When I took part in the 2008 Washington DC Breast Cancer 3-Day I came home from the event with a huge dark red blood blister (or band of dried blood, I dunno) under the toenail of my right big toe. Bit by bit, as the nail grew out over the following months, the width of the band decreased. Then, we took a dive trip to the Florida Keys and I was startled and sort of pleased when, after our first dive out in the salt water off Key Largo, I looked at my foot as I took my neoprene boots off and saw that the band of dried blood was ... gone. Evidently the salt water had gotten under the nail by means unknown and washed it out.
Well, last night the other shoe dropped. I took a bath around bedtime and as I was drying myself I found that the entire toenail was loose, attached only at the base. No wonder the salt water had been able to get under there and wash the dried blood out.
I've been assured by le wife that this is not a big deal, that it'll probably re-grow, but it's sort of squickful to have one's big toenail flapping like an open cabinet door in the breeze.
Realizing that the part flapping loose was done for, I sort of gritted my teeth (there was no pain, but it was disturbing to look at) and cut the nail in half, leaving the bottom part still attached since I didn't want to yank the whole thing out by the roots and screw the regrowth prospects up even worse.
Then I put a big Band-Aid around the whole thing and went to bed and tried not to think about it.
Ick.