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While run-carrying a gagging cat to the kitchen linoleum, I stepped on a half chewed dog bone.
(sh.itjust.works)
I just finished working a twelve hour shift on that foot and I knew the skin had been broken but was wondering if a bruise had formed. Idk if you can tell from the picture but it's roughly quarter-sized. The cat, by the way, moved over to the mat by the kitchen sink to finish puking.
Ouch. That suuuuucks.
I had a similar looking tear from someone mysteriously moving a dumbbell to the bottom of the stairs during the night. It's always the most idiotic things with feet.