having a toe shot full of a numbing solution and then cut on, by all means go to Dr. Ritchey. I pretty much knew what to expect, as my PCP had explained it and then the podiatrist explained it as well. But I can't say that four needles in your big toe is very good entertainment.
After the shots, the rest of the stuff was nothing. I sat in the big chair with my foot up as required, and killed pigs with angry birds on my phone. I didn't watch because we don't like to see ourselves 'operated on'. Actually, the toe nail was cut, not the toe. That's the fix for a chronic in-grown toe nail so this problem should be all taken care of now.
I did tell him prior to his starting the procedure that I wished we could clear it up without needles and knives. So he brought out his magic wand. No, seriously. A big, pink wand with a big star at the end that sparkled and made a few 'whshing' sounds as he waved it around. It didn't work.
I blame the fact that he didn't speak any magical incantations over my toe, but he said the wand either works or it doesn't. Of course, he seems to like needles and knives, and I'd have been mightly surprised if it had worked.
I pretty much gave up on fairy tales a few years back and science and medicine do pretty well by us, anyway. So, again I've had pieces/parts repaired and things seem to be fine.
You know how you laughed at your elderly kin for discussing the war, the surgeries, the difficulties and showing the scars . . . well, that's what it's come to. I'm one of those old kin now and the stories of wars and surgeries and scars are mounting. Guess that's a good part of what my old buddies and I will discuss on the front porch as we rock away the days.
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