Yet another development in the ongoing saga of my feet. Last week, Dr Foot said we were making good progress, with two warts almost completely gone, and one significantly reduced but still hanging in there. So we went for the third, and, I hoped, final round of Beetlejuice vs Veruca. That was on Tuesday, and as expected, I had some blistering pain for the next few days and then things started to feel better on Saturday. Yes! Heading down the home stretch!
Swerve! Sunday afternoon, we were about to go to the movies when my foot started throbbing. I didn’t think much of it at the time and put on an extra pair of socks for some cushioning. It got steadily worse throughout the rest of the day, and by the time we got home I was having serious trouble getting around. Rich took over the kid bedtime duties and I took some ibuprofen and went to bed, hoping things would be better in the morning.
Things were not better this morning. In fact, things were worse than they have been in the history of all about my feet. I managed to get the kids to school and run an errand but the pain got more and more intense, and my mobility was seriously impaired. My doctor couldn’t get me in so I went right to urgent care, where I found out that this damn plantar wart is now infected. They started me on antibiotics and pain killers, and scheduled a follow up with Dr Foot for tomorrow. I’m sure this will all eventually be behind me, but right now I feel like Goliath in his death throes, going, “Are you kidding me with that fucking slingshot?”*
*that is an exact quote, no need to look it up
