A blister? That's cool, I can just ignore those, right? But the websites (namely Wikipedia...yes, I KNOW it's not reliable but...but...it's so easy to use!) I visited had ominous statements like "Consult a doctor" and "Keep it elevated and iced" which seemed like overkill for a mere blister, so I took a photo of my foot and sent it to my Dad.
He told me not to worry about it, so I went back to my bath and resumed my normal sluggish existence. When he got home that night we had the following exchange:
Daddy: So let's see that troubled foot.
Me: **sticks out foot for him to see, twisting comically so that he can see the little toe**
Daddy: Yup. Blood blister.
**He pokes it.**
Does it hurt? Your whole toe is swollen up.
Me: Not at all...
Daddy: That's weird.
Me: ...my toe always looks like that.
Me: They're all freakishly misshapen as a result of wearing shoes that were too small when I was a kid.
Daddy: I guess so!