just went to the corner shop for toilet paper, and racing down the hallway to let her in, I caught my little toe on the metal cat carrier on the hallway floor. WHY is it that toe-related injuries are always so agonising? There was yelping and whimpering and I haven't been able to bring myself to look at the toe in question for fear of seeing toenail destruction. Aaaaaooooooowwwwwww.
In the immediate post-injury heat, I told chiller
that I could taste blood in my mouth. Apparently, this is the taste of adrenaline. Who knew?