Monday, October 04, 2004
Actually, I feel the need to do some venting about my self administered surgery I performed last night.
Cos it kinda hurts now.
You see it all started when I went to the doctor for some unspecified tests, and I thought while I was there I may as well get this little wart frozen off my foot, you know with the liquid nitrogen. Anyway, she was all like, 'yeah, yeah, we'll send you your results in the mail', but then some sort of upselling pathway must have fired in her brain cos next thing you know she was booking me in for another appointment, ostensibly to give me my results, but mainly cos she knew that wart wasn't going anywhere fast. So went I went in for said results she gets the little mini canister out again, and this time I'm not coming back, I don't need wart removal at $50 a pop, so she's firing away (and it's really fucking killing) but I'm like no, no, you go on. Thinking Die! Motherfucker, Die!
Anyway, last night, thinking alright now the little bastard's vulnerable I'll attack it with a pin and put it out of it's misery, I pull out the sewing kit and find a likely looking pin. (For those of you who are wincing, don't worry the kit hasn't been unduly stressed with all that sewing I've been doing, the pin was very probably mostly hygenic). So I apply the pin to the heel area, but unknown to me all that burning has produced a blister under my thick heel skin so all I do is kind of pop the blister which makes all the skin in the area go kind of floppy, so in one fell swoop I have pulled off quite a thick chunk of heel skin reasonably painlessly. Then.
Now, however, it really hurt to walk, so I have been limping around all day, and cursing the wart.
It better be gone for good.
Cos it kinda hurts now.
You see it all started when I went to the doctor for some unspecified tests, and I thought while I was there I may as well get this little wart frozen off my foot, you know with the liquid nitrogen. Anyway, she was all like, 'yeah, yeah, we'll send you your results in the mail', but then some sort of upselling pathway must have fired in her brain cos next thing you know she was booking me in for another appointment, ostensibly to give me my results, but mainly cos she knew that wart wasn't going anywhere fast. So went I went in for said results she gets the little mini canister out again, and this time I'm not coming back, I don't need wart removal at $50 a pop, so she's firing away (and it's really fucking killing) but I'm like no, no, you go on. Thinking Die! Motherfucker, Die!
Anyway, last night, thinking alright now the little bastard's vulnerable I'll attack it with a pin and put it out of it's misery, I pull out the sewing kit and find a likely looking pin. (For those of you who are wincing, don't worry the kit hasn't been unduly stressed with all that sewing I've been doing, the pin was very probably mostly hygenic). So I apply the pin to the heel area, but unknown to me all that burning has produced a blister under my thick heel skin so all I do is kind of pop the blister which makes all the skin in the area go kind of floppy, so in one fell swoop I have pulled off quite a thick chunk of heel skin reasonably painlessly. Then.
Now, however, it really hurt to walk, so I have been limping around all day, and cursing the wart.
It better be gone for good.
