Every time that I have to write the blog about whatever I want, I always struggle to figure out what I want to write about. Talking for me is not a problem, all my friends know me as the great story tell because no matter what the situation I have a story that can relate to it. So, when it came time to this weeks blog, I thought I would tell a story that happened to me once. I am not sure what made me think of it in particular, except for maybe the fact I am sitting here freezing in the library, the story goes like this…
It was my freshman year in college on a cold December night. I was getting ready to go to one of my first fraternity socials and I could not be more excited. I brushed my teeth and hair, put on my favorite lip gloss and I was ready to go. I went over to my closet to slip on my favorite fuzzy black boots only to find that one of them had a hole in the bottom where I had worn them so many times. It was so cold outside and I didn’t have any other shoes that matched, so I slipped them on and went on my way.
Shortly after getting to the suite, the boys came to pick us up. All of them held up their fingers to show how many people they could fit in their car. Soon everyone had a ride but me. I could see one fellow holding up 1 finger, but I was worried to go all by myself. I told myself to suck it up and that I did. I walked up and introduced myself to him and then we walked to his car. When he originally put one finger up, I pegged him for the type to be driving an S-10 pick-up truck or something like that, boy was I wrong. We walked out to the parking lot where I found he was driving a 2010 convertible BMW. After getting into the car, he grabbed his coat and moved it out of my seat. I could see that the tag said “Brooks Brothers” and he had on a Versace watch. I was out of my element, and all I could think about were my holey Target boots. I tried not to think about it, and struck up a conversation.
Before I knew it we were there, the soccer stadium. My heart sunk. We were going to be watching a soccer game out in the freezing weather. I got out of the car and went and found a standing spot in the fence line to watch the game. Things weren’t bad until it started to snow. Not just a light dusting, a heavy snow that was sticking to the ground. Soon the snow piled up around my feet and a puddle began to form. I was in trouble. I could feel my boot soaking up the ice cold water like a sponge. My entire foot was soaked. I didn’t want to tell my date because I was so embarrassed so instead, I decided to sit there and just ignore the tingling feeling in my foot.
An hour passed and tears began to fill my eyes, my toes had gone from being in severe pain to the point I couldn’t even feel them at all. I had to do something. Luckily, my dorm was just a few blocks over. I told my date I was going to go grab us some scarves, grabbed my best friend and limped away as fast as I could to my dorm room. After what seemed like miles, I was in the elevator of my dorm, I reached down to pull off my soaking wet boot and sock, what I saw horrified me.
Looking down all I could see were that my toes were black. Not red or purple black. I was shocked, what was I going to do. I ran in my room and fell on the floor. My room mate started to google “home remedies for frost bite. I started sobbing “I don’t want to loose my toe” I said. My friend told me she was going to take me to the ER. Panicking, I crawled over to my nail polish box and started to paint my toes nails “I don’t want them to look bad for the doctor.” I yelled. Quickly, my friend ran over grabbed the nail polish remover from my drawer and grabbed a cotton ball to get the polish off. What were we thinking, here my toe was black and all I was worried about was how presentable my toes looked. Luckily, our craziness saved me a trip to the ER. As she rubbed the nail polish off, my toes returned to their normal color as well. Turns out, the dye from the boot had turned my toes black.
What a feeling of relief, followed by one of the hardest laughs I have ever had in my life. Moral of this story, don’t worry so much about what people think of you, or you could loose your toes over it.