Sorry you hurt your toe!
Kudos on the job though, it’s a pain in the butt to find any work these days so good for you.
It really is, it’s ridiculous! Thanks.^^
Give us X-rays! Or maybe draw what it looked like as a voting incentive…
congrats on the job. as always, your art is worth the wait!
May I ask what the job is? Also does this mean more frequent updates :D. (obligatory your page is fabulous, etc, because they always are)
I was waiting to see how it would go this week before I answered you – so yes! I think more frequent updates is exactly what will be happening.^^
Congrats on job.
Congrats on the job! *hugs from lurker land*
Sorry about your toe… It’s probably going to hurt for quite awhile. Last year I broke my littlest toe walking into a friends couch (of all things), and it still hurts if I put weight on it. ;^.^ Broken toes are difficult to deal with… *pats and gives you pain killers*
Aww, that sucks!! I had just started wearing high heeled boots too!
O.o Wow, you’re brave. Have bad ankles and a bad knee, so I can’t wear high heels. Been tempted by some of the Demonia stuff though. T.T Just be careful and take it easy- you’ll probably be able to still wear the boots eventually!
Ha, my little sister has broken her toes so many times, her ring-finger equivalent toe on her one foot is actually longer than her big toe… I shit you not.
Congrats on the new job, Snipes! And yaaay! Update!
Ah, creepy! *lol* Thanks.^^
WHAT? Another update? On a Monday?
I got my right great toe exploded all over a public bathroom when a sink fell off a wall while I was drying my hands in a restaurant once. It wasn’t even the sink I’d used to wash up for lunch… That’s just the sort of luck I have. This incident still gets me ribbed for excessive hand washing, seven years after the fact, and in spite of my hygienic habit being more, merely religious than completely compulsive.
It took twenty minutes to stitch it back together, because the entire foundation of the nail bed kept popping out and flying across the room. I got tangled up in a four year long legal battle over the medical bills and didn’t even get a cool scar out of it. Better still (and why I’m telling you all of this): the epic photographs (aka: evidence) of Franken-toe were deleted by my baby sister, because they were “gross”.
I should own that restaurant… but I don’t, because my sister thought it was gross to have pictures of a horrific injury that ruined my life (I was a professional dancer… thank goodness I had other talents going for me). By the time I made it through all the insurance and lawyer bs, you’d never know anything had ever happened to it, just to look at it. So I wait a few weeks for the lawyers to sort out the bills… and my check arrives in the mail. What’s left to compensate me for losing everything?
Less than 800$
Next time that Fate decides to hit me with a bus (because my right leg seems to have a giant invisible target painted on it and I’m tired of spending half of every other year on crutches): just amputate the damned thing and call it good.
Only serious, but more than half joking. Toes pretty much take care of themselves. It’s knees that you have to worry about. (And that is a completely unrelated story for another time, maybe.)
Hope you feel better soon.
Good lord! Tell me, does your sister yet live? Because I have to bow to your superior restraint. That sucks, sorry you had to go through all that.
A veterinarian might be better than a surgeon. Tail amputation and tail docking are fairly common procedures.
But the taiiiil! You can’t destroy such a magnificent work of nature!
Don’t you mean “You can’t destroy such a magnificent abomination that’s existence break every law of nature!”
Winter: *All who try to destroy the tail die a horrid, quick death.*