toe non-fetish

October 8th, 2009

A couple days ago I noticed whenever my left big toe touched anything it was slightly uncomfortable. The next day it really really hurt. Now honestly, I am not very intimate with my toes. Every few weeks a nice lady scrubs them and changes the polish. We have barely any contact. I mean, I don’t talk to them, they don’t talk to me. We just live separate lives man! I didn’t even see the little guys for about 3 months this spring so maybe we drifted apart. Who knows.

I decided to begin an investigation. After about 24 hours and some unproductive poking and prodding I googled myself a foot doctor and made the first appointment they had available.

I was not happy that I had to go alone and Matthew wouldn’t be there to hold my hand during the probable amputation because he had to watch the baby. He tried to make me feel better by saying “Well if something is wrong they probably wont do anything today”

OH YES THEY WILL!

I walked all the way around the corner, got up on the chair and braced for the worst. Why do I have to lose my toe, WHYYYYYYYYYY??

It was uneventful. I had some kind of infection but caught it in time. If I had waited another day or 2 I would have needed antibiotics and there would have been needles involved but instead it was some cold spray and then I have no idea what because my eyes were closed but it REALLY REALLY hurt then it was over and I left with this and instructions to keep it clean and dry, you know – the usual.

Just in time for my long awaited Florida vacation.

Life is really a bitch sometimes.

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