Adam finally went to the doctor to have his ingrown toenail dealt with this afternoon.
The beginning of this story is probably about 10 months ago when his occasionally troublesome toe began to be a frequently troublesome toe that never quite got back to normal. I suggested he go to the doctor. The toe remained swollen and sore. I nagged him to go to the doctor. The toe got a little bit better…but then went right back to ickyness. I INSISTED he go to the doctor. He took to soaking his foot in antiseptic every night. And then, eventually, a couple of months ago off to the doctor he went.
The doctor said “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this bad”, put him on antibiotics for several weeks and said when the swelling had gone down a bit to come back and get the nail cut out.
The weeks passed.
The deed was done today in the doctor’s surgery with local anesthetic and Adam came home feeling slightly wobbly, he thinks the local may have spread a little further than intended. My mum was here for the afternoon and asked him “Are you in pain?”
“Probably, but I can’t feel it.”
*You really don’t want to see what it looked like at its worst.