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The Saga of My Foot
I stepped on a thorn last friday (Sept. 26th).
I was cutting someones hair on our back “porch” and the rosh clippings from like 6 months ago appeared right where the ball of my foot was landing (the guy whose hair I was cutting laughed at me by the way, what a jerk).
Little did I know that this little thorn would cause me to nearly lose my stinkin’ foot. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Wednesday (Four days after the “incident”) my foot started to hurt and a small growth appeared. I thought nothing of it during the day, but the pain kept increasing, so I grabbed a needle and a lighter and went to town. Well, I was able to clean it out (or so I thought) and I hoped it would get better, but later that night the pain came back, so Becky and I went to the store to get a planters wart kit (thats what we thought it was at first).
The next day, at work, my co-workers told me that it probably wasn’t a wart and I likely had an infection. One of the (old) ladies told me of some OTC stuff that I could get that would help pull out the infection and make me all better. I purchased said goodies after work that day and dutifully applied them to my foot as soon as I got home. Still no improvement.
Friday (the 3rd), I could barely pick up my foot. It was fine when there was a small amount of pressure applied to the spot (which was, again, on the ball of my foot), but, when pressure was alleviated and blood returned to the spot, it hurt like hell. The pain got so bad I asked if I could go home early and went to a minute clinic. By the way, if you’re underinusured (like myself) or uninsured, minute clinics are possibly the greatest inventions ever, it’s medical treatment on the cheap. Anyways, the “doctor” looks at my foot and tells me that she can’t do anything about it becuse they can’t cut the bottom of peoples feet there, and I needed to go see my family doctor. She did stress to me several things however, first that if I waited till Monday I would have a decent chance of losing my foot, and second, if I had any sort of circulation problem (diabetes) I would certainly lose my foot. Always something that you love hearing from a doctor.
So, from the minute clinic, I called up my family doctor and schedualed a visit, he checks me out and gives me some antibiotics, and we’re all good to go.
Except the pain doesn’t go away at first, and the “bump” that was the start of the infection began to grow outward (till this point the infection had just spread across my foot and turned it red, now it was growing into a larger bump).
The weekend comes and goes, and by Monday the pain is lessening but the bump is still growing. I figure that I’m in some deep trouble, so I take off work Tuesday (Monday I was already off, its my normal day off) and figure I’ll head to the doc, but, when I woke up I did some research and figured the new big bump was just a blood blister. My research, however, was not quite appreciated by the maternal side of my family, and I was bombarded with calls, texts messages, and emails, all requesting that I PLEASE go back to the doctor (they were scared it was gangrene). It was craziness.
The good news is I was right, my foot is fine now, and I think I’ll survive. Now, if you prepared here is a lovely picture of my foot (taken on Monday):
Gross, isn’t it?
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dude… that. is. sick.
but seriously, i’m glad it’s all better (or getting there at least). it’s always nice to be able to keep one’s feet.
Quite gross. Quite painful too, but yes, keeping you foot is a good thing indeed. You don’t really notice how important they are, until you can’t use them anymore.
Wow! Aren’t you glad you didn’t sit on the thorn? Glad your better!
“Your legs aren’t taking any more requests.
Those disobedient wrecks!
How you cared for them as they carried you
From class to class or coast to coast.”
Man, that is awesome. I wish I could’ve seen it in person.