The saga of the toe came to a conclusion today...well, at least I hope it did.
Dr. L determined that only one side of the nail needed to be removed.
This, unfortunately for me, involved a needle. I don't do needles. At the very least, I don't do them well or cheerfully.
This baby was approximately 3x the width of my toe. I needed 3 shots, where the good doctor stuck it in, and then wiggled and swished it around. Picture me turning stark white, because I had a ring side seat.
I could have closed my eyes. We all know that, but morbid fascination took over.
On the third go round, I nearly shrieked. Dr. L looked up with a very puzzled expressions, calmly stating, "I haven't done anything yet, Paula."
Well, no. but you are squeezing the infected part of my toe!
The procedure began, and we both quickly realized that the numbness wasn't effective.
So - three more shots. Have to admit though, that I didn't feel them!
No more details, because while it didn't hurt after this, just thinking about what I saw Dr. L do, makes my stomach queasy.
Let's just say that I have a big bandage!