Well, surprise! When I woke this morning, swung my legs off the side of the bed, and stood up - I had to sit down again. The pain in my left foot was excruciating and I felt dizzy. (Now, stop that!) Further examination revealed what I didn't want to know. I had given birth to a big Plantar wart seemingly over-night. It was only then that I remembered that tingling sensation and what it meant.
Note: no disgusting wart images will be posted here.
I had them several times in the past, especially as a young boy. Had them burned off, cut out, and frozen off. This is the first one I've grown in a long time, but it's a nightmare for one in my current job.
At 7 am I hobbled into the pharmacy to purchase the necessary items to combat the monster, rushed home, prepped and dressed the thing - even using a donut shaped pad to keep the pressure off the area - then hobbled off to work by 7:45. And, wouldn't you know it, today was a killer. 97 brunches between 9 am and noon. Close to 300 meals served between noon and 4 pm. The extra padding didn't help - at all.
Limping home I whimpered to myself, "why do I live so far away?" Took it extra easy, eventually made it up the stairs and into the apartment where I shed clothes, and soaked in a hot Epsom Salts bath for 20 minutes. I am now
I got through the busy day; I hope I can get through tomorrow, too. I have Tuesday off and plan to stay off my feet as much as possible, as I
As Harold says in Boys in the Band, "Life is a Goddam laugh riot." To that I say, Amen!
And so it goes.