A WART STORY

If Tiffany can tell us about her “up the noseâ€? pimple, I guess I can tell my wart story (kind of sounds like a new program for TLC). I have two plantar warts on the bottom of my right foot. The first one showed up at the beginning of summer. I tried all the over-the-counter medications, but it wouldn’t go away. It would seem like it was going away, but then it would come back with a painful vengeance. The second one showed up around October. This was when my sister said “Oh those are corns, not wartsâ€?. So I tried a different over-the-counter medication (essentially the same stuff). They did not go away. In fact, they hurt even worse then before. At this point you’re probably wondering why I didn’t go to the doctor and I will tell you. It’s because I’m a scared baby. For the past several months I have walked around on two very painful warts and essentially ignored the pain. I thought that they would magically go away on their own. All I needed was a little pixie dust.

Then Chris finally put his foot down (Ha!) and made me go to the doctor. The doctor told me that they were indeed plantar warts. I could have picked them up anywhere, most likely place being the gym shower room (always wear shoes!). In order for my foot to be healed up in time for yoga school, the doctor is going to cut out both warts tomorrow. Yes…I said cut out. I will be left with two M&M sized holes in the bottom of my foot. Oh, they will eventually heal and apparently it’s not that big of a procedure because he said that I would be able to drive myself home. But I’m a little scared. I’m thinking about being a big baby about it all and make Chris take me so I don’t have to drive.

Can I also use it as an excuse to not do the laundry, clean the kitchen and pack more boxes? I will most definitely not post pictures, so don’t ask.