black hole of doom

So remember the time I wrote about my wart experience over the summer? Well that darn foot wart CAME BACK. I thought I went through enough torture the first time the doctor used his bladed ice cream scoop, but no. It came back, stronger than ever. Since the doctor was a kook and I never wanted to see him again (plus I think it is his plan to make the warts come back), I decided to go somewhere else.

The waiting room was full. Since I'm going to take the Optometry Admissions Test in less than a month (OMG), I brought some notecards to study. Tough cookies for me, the old couple next to me was SO LOUD that I couldn't hear myself think. Talk about wanting to cut someone...(lolzjkbutactually). I got called back into this super cheery room. The nurse was kind of nice, I think she hated me cause she didn't talk to me much. Or maybe it was because she was entering in data on the computer? Whatever. Then, Foot Doctor came in (funny thing, his first name and old doctor's first name are the same obscure name...whaaat?!) and was super super nice. He checked out my foot and was like, brb I'ma get the anesthesia, and I was like, yeah ok sure, you make me so nervous because I know what comes next, you be a super jerk to me and tell me to stop whining when you jab my foot with a needle, etc.

Now, in a normal situation, apologizing seven times in a row would seem excessive and obnoxious. This was no normal situation, so I tolerated the exorbitant apologies. It actually made me feel better. I almost felt bad to be in pain because he was so apologetic (even though it was a numbing shot, it still hurt. It was the bottom of my foot for crying out loud, the worst combination of pain and tickling EVER). But, next thing I knew, all feeling was gone and we were good to go. The only thing during the whole operation that weirded me out was the smell of burning flesh when Foot Doctor cauterized my wound (didn't hurt at least).

When the procedure was complete, Foot Doctor asked me if I wanted to see it. Wait now, what?! Kooky Doc wouldn't even tell me if my foot was bleeding, let alone allow me to LOOK AT IT!? He waited patiently while I took a picture:

The yellow stuff killed germs, it's not jaundice. Stop being
grossed out....lolz ok fine it is pretty nasty

Not only did Foot Doctor give me medicine to clean out this black hole of doom, but he also prescribed me pain medicine?!?!? That would have been unheard of in Kooky Doctor's office.

My experience with Foot Doctor was none other than excellent (aside from the fact that I'm on crutches during Christmas shopping season and my armpits are sore from said crutches). To the mom who recommended him to me over the summer at the pool, you were so right. Thank you! And thank you to Foot Doctor, for bringing light to this black hole of doom.