Funny that I should fret about a tiny ingrown toenail. It’s not as if this will cause my own demise. Nah! I just have a little swelling around the nail grooves of my right foot’s thumb toe, that’s all. I must’ve been cleaning it so hard yesterday. A girl does need to have neatly pedicured feet so… It’s just probably a slight sore, no worries there.
I am not freaking out. Nah! The pain is still bearable, if you must know. I just feel a little bit queasy because the last time I checked, there seems to be a puslike liquid that has dried up around the skin.
So endeavoring to remove the cause of my discomfort, I took out my pedicure tools again this morning and vowed to pull out the nasty ingrown toenail. I know it’s an ingrown nail because it is quite hard. I was digging it out relentlessly but to no avail so I know it’s not just dead skin. You see, dead skin is relatively easier to pull out than an ingrown nail which grows, curves downward and cuts into the skin . However, I am not one to back out from a minor obstacle. I had an important mission — this ingrown nail must go!!!
Then all of a sudden, it snapped…
It snapped just right where I can no longer poke my pusher deeper inside the grooves and short enough for my nipper to nip it at its stubborn root. Feeling defeated by a stupid ingrown toenail, I decided I’ll just let nature take care of itself. Allow it to grow bigger if it must.
Should I die of ingrown toenail infection ere long, let this be my final testament. “I did not let you win, my friend. I’m simply taking you with me…because if I die, you’ll die as well, together with all the bacteria, the fungi and the gangrene that you wanted to inflict upon me. See you all in hell!”