Glass be gone

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Last week there was a piece of glass in my foot. It hurt. I could actually see it sticking out of the arch of my left foot an eighth of an inch or so. In fact, it had been lodged in my foot for almost thirty years and only in the last month or so had it finally worked its way back up to the surface. It was a weird sight, because the sharp end was poking out, so that you could have cut yourself by rubbing too closely against the arch of my foot.

I can’t remember exactly when it joined me, but I was something like ten or eleven years old. The weather was warm. I was standing barefoot in a creek late in the afternoon, when I saw my dad walking across the park. I made a happy noise, ran for him, and then WHAMMO! The glass shard went into my foot and decided to unpack its bags and stay for a while. Only just this week did it manage to work up high enough for me to start poking at it with tweezers and needles, and a few days later it emerged, a little slippery, but none the worse for the wear. I felt like breaking out the photo albums to show it all the interesting places we had gone together. I’m relieved my foot is finally glass-free, but I still can’t quite bring myself to just throw the little guy in the trash.

5 thoughts on “Glass be gone”

  1. I have a piece of glass in my foot right now.. very small.. my dad told me my foot would fall off if I didn’t get it out.

  2. I’ve had a piece of glass in my foot for months now. but I’m too scared to have it taken out. I hope like yours did, mine will come out itself too..

  3. I HAVE A PIECE OF GLASS STUCK IN MY FOOT. I CAN’T SEE IT BUT IT HURTS TO WALK ON. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

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