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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

I also finally got that piece of glass out of the sole of my foot. "It will become a beautiful, beautiful pearl" was how I consoled myself days ago when I got tired of digging for it with tweezers in the thick hippie-pads of callused skin on the bottom of my feet. One time my grandpa on my mom's side got a inch-long metal shaving stuck in his right leg, forgot about it, and three weeks later he got an itch in his left armpit and it was that same metal shaving working its way out through his skin. He was always getting metal shavings stuck in him (like once in his eye). And one time he accidentally chain-sawed himself in the leg. The thing about the metal shavings says a lot I think about the kind of guy he was. Noble.

So I was afraid that the little shard of glass in my foot might work its way through my body and come out my pupil or something. Or what if it came out in my mouth and I accidentally swallowed it?

But the shard started coming out of my foot on its own a little bit and I grabbed it with tweezers. After half a week in my body it didn't look like a pearl at all. It looked instead like a yellow diamond.