Detached

My two injured toenails are approaching a point of detachment.  

I know, I know--you all want to see pictures of them.  (And by "you all," I mean Bonny...)  I can't get the pictures to upload to blogger right, but as soon as I do, you'll get to see them.

But I digress.  The situation remains that the nails have separated and are quite wiggly.  I think that I need to trim them, but I think they might rip right off if I try to do that.  If they get any longer, they may snag on things and rip off.  Maybe they're going to catch on something and rip off anyway.  Maybe they're not still growing.  These are the things I don't know.

I did some googling about toenails falling off, and got a lot of ways to prevent toenail injuries. That's like googling morning sickness tips and getting results about birth control.  Not really helpful.

I did, however, come across a great word: onychoptosis.  Apparently, that's the word for when your toenails fall off for one reason or another.  It doesn't help the situation at all, but it does have Greek roots, so...

If one of my toenails rips off, I hope it's not in public.  If it is in public, I hope it's not gross.  If it is gross, I'm going to have to come up with a great story to defuse the situation.

And then I'll take a sick day.  Recovery from onychoptosis sounds serious.