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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Nails and Dremels (WITH UPDATE)

It is entirely possible I am referring to, Nails and Dremels. I mean, my husband is a contractor after all. And he has both in his workshop.

The sad news is I am actually referring to this kind of nail. (I searched for actual pics of an ingrown toenail but they all grossed me out too much and I have one!)

I have dealt with the pain and frustration of closed toed shoes and occasional infections for almost two years. About 17 months ago I went to the foot doctor and he causally said, "Hmm - That nail will just have to come off." Then, with a semi shrug he proceeded to describe exactly that would happen.

"And it is a really simple procedure. I do the whole thing right here, in that chair you are sitting in. I insert the needle and use this." The tool he garnished without any trace of hesitancy has a sibling named Dremel. (see above link for the visual)

I scheduled the procedure. I left the office. I freaked out. My husband made a bad joke, escaped to his workshop and returned brandishing his own dremel and a devilish grin, "I'll take it off for you!" he said a little too gleefully.

I cancelled the appointment and never went back.

I went back two weeks ago. I want my foot back. I want the ability to wear shoes again that aren't crocks or some version of that allows for the additional space my left foot needs not to attack itself with pain.

The "not a big deal" procedure is tomorrow morning. 9:15am.

As I left the office last time, I clearly remember the dr's face as he triumphantly said, as though handing me a goody bag, "And if you have an automatic, you can even drive yourself home!"

Great. Perfect.

Think of me as I try to meditate my way through the procedure.



UPDATE:

I'M FINE - AND MINUS A TOENAIL! THERE WAS A DIVIDER BETWEEN ME AND THE DOC. ACTUALLY, BROUGHT A CHAPTER WITH ME AND EDITED WHILE HE WHITTELED AWAY!

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR GOOD THOUGHTS.

7 comments:

Michelle said...

That does not sound like fun. I will be thinking about you and hoping it's not as bad as you are imagining it to be. Hope all goes well! :)

MrsSpock said...

I've had a c-section and I'm still terrified at the thought of a simple wisdom tooth extraction.

Speaking of working on writing, my sister is coming today so I can work on mine. I think I will upload tomorrow and check your piece out as well.

Martha said...

Feel better soon, cute foot.

Jaymee said...

OUCH. I need to have it done too. It did not sound all that bad, maybe I will call the doctor... Maybe in another 6 months.

Io said...

Ouch! Does the nail grow back?

Cara said...

Io - NOPE! Never grows back. In fact the doctor said he once did ALL the nails on this one woman.

She painted her non-nails in the summer and no-one knew the difference!!!

kathi said...

Here for Blogger Bingo!

I think I could possibly deal with sibling-of-Dremel as long as the buzzy sound wasn't too audible. Maybe.

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