A Trip to the Podiatrist
My Swiss mister and I took our relationship to a whole new level today. I might even say I fell in love with him a little bit more today than yesterday. My Swiss mister held my hand as I had my ingrown toenail removed (by the way, my toenail looked not nearly as terrible as the photo in wikipedia). Or more accurately 2 ingrown toenails removed.
About, oh, 11 years ago after the birth on my first baby I had an ingrown toenail on one of my big toes. This thing was so painful. I guess I had gained some weight and a whole bunch of water weight and this caused my toes to plump – thus the ingrown toenail. So off to the clinic I went with my new born baby in tow.
The doctor at the clinic said “no problem” and shoved 4 needles in my big toe. You can’t imagine the pain from the needles for the freezing. I was in agony. After the freezing took effect I was good to go with the procedure but my anxiety, nerves and heart rate were already screwed so once I stood up, without fail, down I went onto the floor. Black out.
One month later another ingrown toenail same toe opposite foot. Back to the clinic but this time I had my mommy to hold my hand instead of my newborn. The needles still hurt like hell but I was a lot more prepared.
Flash forward 11 years. Another newborn, more post birth water logged toes, double ingrown toenails (toes next to the baby toes). I had been having issues for months. Even before I gave birth, my little sausages needed care and attention from my hubby as I couldn’t reach them. Poor him.
My hubby on the other hand was also having his fair share of foot problems – he had worn a pair of his buddies shoes and then went and played “Ultimate” (it’s a running/frisbee game). Somehow this did damage to his big toe and wouldn’t you know it, it turned black and threatened to fall off.
So off to the podiatrist we went; new born in tow.
I went first. Two needles inserted into toe on left foot. Not bad. You’d be surprised how little it hurts if you actually go to the specialist. I asked him why and he said that doctors in clinics don’t know jack about ingrown toenails and on top of it, they probably used a large gage needle. Great. I wish I knew that 11 years ago.
In true “sickness and in health” form, my hubby held my hand (and the baby) and tried to distract me while my worst fear took place.
Then he was whisked away into another room while “the man” looked at his toe. Without a needle of freezing, that podiatrist cut out his dead nail and told him it would all be better in six months.
So what did my man do? Whined about how he can’t wear his strappy shoes during the summer and then he mowed the lawn. Meanwhile, after the procedure was complete for me, I went home and thanked heavens for my hubby, the podiatrist and chardonnay.
Why are feet made to get ingrown toe nails so incredibly easy?