I have a pair of beat-up shoes I wear around the house. I have diabetes and you're not supposed to walk barefoot.
About a week ago, my cats were chasing each other around in the middle of the night and knocked a jar of (sugarless) hard candy off a shelf. It shattered. When I slipped my shoes on that morning a sliver of glass had landed in the right shoe. I didn't notice until it cut my foot while I was in the hall. I cursed, slipped the shoe off and limped to the bathroom. After I flushed, I noticed the trail of blood.
It's always fun mopping when you're half-awake in the morning.
I made the mistake of telling my mom who panicked and insisted that I see a doctor immediately. "I've seen too many people lose limbs because of things like this." I didn't see a doc and you will be as relieved as she to know it's healing nicely.
This morning, when I slipped on my shoes, one of the cats had thrown up in the left shoe during the night.
I think I'm going to inspect my shoes before I put them on.
