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Bull Headedness rears it’s ugly head….

It’s not as if I didn’t see it coming. And it’s not like I meant to wait until my toe quite literally felt like if I were to take even one more step, it would spontaneously explode on impact.

It started with an innocent little ingrown toenail that I foolishly chose to keep ignoring. Repeatedly.

It wasn’t until I had the frightful vision of going into the local woodworker’s shop to have my pegged leg sanded and polished, that I realized I should probably have my doctor take a little peak at my aching appendage.

With one quick examination of the pink golf ball resting atop my big toe and a look of sheer horror on his face, he said the words I was both expecting and dreading….
“Uh, yeah, we’re gonna go ahead and remove that nail!”

Saw that one coming a million miles away.

The nurse accompanied me to the Minor Procedure room down the hall, sat me down and proceeded to ask if I had any allergies.

“Yes.”, I replied.
“I’m deathly allergic to pain.”

A medical fact that both the nurse and the doctor blatantly disregarded.
After three labors and deliveries to my children, all of which, were over 8 pounds each, one would think I could easily handle the pain associated with toenail removal.

However, jabbing a giant needle pumped full of local anesthetic into my bulbous toe proved to be my Kryptonite.

I hate needles.
With a seething, hot passion.

Especially needles that are aimed for my lower extremities.

Lordy-me! Luckily, the shots were the worst of it. I didn’t even feel the doctor remove the nail. Not with three vials full of extract of Happy Town Novocaine inserted into my digit.

All that I suffer at this point is a bruised and swollen toe and an even more battered ego.

As my friend so poignantly pointed out to me, if it were one of my children, they would have been in the doctor’s office two months ago.

Touche!

kalurah

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10 responses to “Bull Headedness rears it’s ugly head….”

  1. poor thing! I felt sooo bad for you today, I could just look at you and tell that you hurt. Somehow your “brave face” couldn’t hide your eyes! 🙂 Hope you feel all better soon. Let me know if you need anything (ie: sugar, coffee, sushi . . . )

  2. I feel your pain. I kept having ingrown toenails so my podiatrist did a procedure where they cauterize (I think that’s the correct word to use) along the edge of the nail, which kills the cells so you’ll never ever have another ingrown toenail! I had it done this past summer to both big toes and its been a success! Sit back and soak up the sympathy, sip your tea and let others wait on you.

  3. Uh, yeah! Your children would never be allowed to suffer what you have let yourself go through. Silly Mommy! Now, maybe if you had shown YOUR Mommy your toe a few weeks ago, she would have MADE you go to the doctor. Next time let me look at your owie before it gets out of hand, or should I say “foot”?
    Sit down, put up your foot and do a little crocheting. By the way, I went to Knitochet this afternoon. LOVE HER!

  8. Ow! That is one thing I’d be terrified of having. Sorry to hear it got out of hand. I do like your new blog look, though.

  9. My nail is nicely grown back. It doesn’t take as long as you think it will. Me, I didn’t just let it fester. I poked and prodded it. I also ended up with a nail fungus with all the goofing around with it before I went to the podiatrist. Dumb me. And, I would have yelled at my kids for doing something so stupid.