So we've talked about higher pain threshold, and missing injuries because we just don't feel them, but today was a new one.
Since the medical crap last month I've been working up to my usual routine - a 5 mile walk in the early morning. This morning I came home, sat for a while, went upstairs to take a shower, and found one of my socks bloody from about the middle of the arch to the toes. Who knew? Not me. Woops.
I'm fine. Turned out to be a sloppy nail-trimming job, and a jagged bit of a toenail cut the next toe over. Next time I'll pay more attention, and round the edges of the toenails when I trim them.