Warts, and All.

There had been a tingling, not pain, in the ball of my left foot (movie title?) for a few days.  I chalked it up to long hours on my tired puppies at the restaurant.

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 soaking marinating in olives and Bombay Sapphire Gin, which, like the salts bath, is having a positive effect on my entire being.

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 attack nurse this damned thing. Please, oh please!  Not another medical bill in my future.

As Harold says in Boys in the Band,  "Life is a Goddam laugh riot."  To that I say, Amen!

And so it goes.
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