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May 2013
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Futher Adventures In Doctor Visiting.

Remember that ingrown toenail I had, oh, three or four months ago? The podiatrist visit finally came rolling around. After a well deserved lecture on waiting three years in between visits (hey, it would have been shorter if I didn't have to wait 3 or 4 months for an appointment) he set to hacking my feet apart.

See, I have terrible callouses. Doc wondered how in the hell I could walk (you get used to it and learn to protect the parts that hurt) as he KILLED me gorging out the callous at the bottom of one foot. He then told me that there was a fungus among us as he sprayed my feet and cut my toenails. He then told me to come back in 3 months-- no ifs and or buts.

Afterwards I get my prescription, make another appointment, chat with the receptionist and start my way to the bus when. . . Oooh. What's that? That kinda hurts. No, wait. That more than kinda hurts. That hurts a lot. As much as when the ingrown nail started fucking with me. Ow! step Ow! step Ow! step. . ..

When I get home I rip off my boots and socks to see that he cut the ingrown toenail side of the big toe 2/3rds of the way down. Waaaay past the ouchie part. Now I'm worried that it's gonna hurt until it grows back. Stupid feet.


So why am I scheduling an appointment with a podiatrist today for my ingrown toenails and callouses? They get better right?...Bueller?