I’ve just got back from a visit to the podiatrist. I developed an ingrown toenail that, in turn, developed a very nasty deep infection. The doctor reckoned the nail had to go to save the toe, and clean out the infection. While he was doing that, he also took off three nails that had been infected with a fungus of some kind decades ago in Africa, and which had never healed up, no matter what treatment I tried. He reckoned that was the only cure for something like that.
I’m now sitting painfully at my desk, foot throbbing like mad, with three red and one blue bandages festooning various and sundry toes. The operation, performed under what was alleged to be a local anesthetic, nevertheless hurt like billy-oh, and my big toe in particular is throbbing fit to beat the band. Painkillers ho!