Catcher wrote...
Before I begin this fascinating tale, allow me to provide some background information. People that frequent chatroll, IRC, or skype, and choose to lower themselves to talk to me will already likely have knowledge of my predicament. It began on Friday, when I finished my classes for the day and was about to drive home when someone rudely stepped on my right foot. Now, the act of stepping on my foot is not why I am bitching. It's more of the case of the nail-needle thing that happened to be in my shoe for whatever ungodly cause. So, force having been applied to the needle, it promptly chose to dig itself into my right big toe, around where the nail begins to curve into the cuticle on the left side. Quickly recognizing this pain, I jumped in the car and went home, doing what I believed was the just course of action and cleaning out the wound with alchohol pads, which hurt like a bitch, by the way. So, having thought that matter was done and dealt, I went to do what I normally do on Fridays: frequent FAKKU! Now that this brief background has been given, allow me to get to the reason I posted this thread.
Yesterday(Saturday), I noticed a rather large pain in my toe, around the area where the needle had been driven in. I paid it no mind, thinking that this was natural, along with the unprecedented swelling. This was a ill-founded assumption on my part. This was the day I also began to bitch on Skype, chatroll, and a bit of IRC about my pains. The kind people of each responded with sensitivity, for which I am most grateful. I had planned to see the doctor today(Sunday), but failed to realize that the local clinic is
always closed on Sundays before it was too late. I spent the majority of the night in pain, thrashing upon my bed and floor due to the divine pain that seemed to crease my toe. I finally fell asleep of exhaustion, thinking that the toe would be fully healed by today. What a dumbass, right?
Today, I woke to extreme levels of pain, almost the amount of pain that one feels as his testicles are being rent. I realized that, along with a larger area of swelling, the area was now purple and black, with tints of a greenish material, and slightly yellow. The swelling now extended the majority of the area around my toenail. Believe me, this pain was simply unimaginable. So I did what every good Korean should do, I called my grandfather in a long distance call in Korea, and asked what to do. It would seem that the wound was a infection (hur, I never thought that), and I seem to remember my grandfather saying something along the lines of "Pop, squeeze, and kill that fucker." I followed his advice shortly afterwards.
In preparation, I soaked my foot into hot water, to tenderize the flesh. I shaved the hairs off of the toe, in case they got in my way. I heated a needle up, and, having prepared for all the pain, sunk it into the area of the swelling. Apparently, the needle was too small, as I felt no pain, and no blood/dead cells would exude from this minor wound. Instead, I chose the impossible, I chose toothpicks. You heard me right. Toothpicks. I began this PAINFUL endeavor by working about the area of which I had already punctured my toe. Of course I sterilized the area&toothpick and shit, dumbass. Now, I've seen quite a bit of material on the internet, especially sources such as rotten.com, but there is something about seeing this happen to yourself that is rather unnerving. The level of pus that exuded withOUT pressure was simply, as one might put it,
disgusting. As I watched as the dead cells leaked out of the wound, I realized what I had to do: I had to squeeze that motherfucker. Seizing upon all the testosterone and MAN I have within me, I squeezed the area. I subsequently gasped in pain, and reflex tears came to my eyes. I had finally removed the pus from that area.
Joyful tears came to my eyes as I realized the pain was over. But perhaps I spoke too soon, for I realized that the majority of the area was still swollen. I squeezed some more, and much to my dismay, no vile substance leaked from that wound. I had no choice but to bring back the toothpick. I carefully expanded that area, squeezing as I went, gasping from the pain, and a tear or two probably fell from my visage as I went. I had gotten the majority of the shit out. Now, there was one final obstacle: the left side of my toe. Ready for all the pain, I sunk the toothpick and made a hole in the left side of my toe. The pain was simply unaccountable. Tears began a freeflow. I took advantage of the mind-numbing pain and squeezed as hard as I could, releasing large amounts of disgusting crap upon the magazine I had under my foot. During this period, I estimate that I may have felt as physically crushed as I felt emotionally crushed after watching Clannad After Story. Not nearly as many tears, however. Finally, when I felt I could take it no further, no more pus exited the wound. It was over. I promptly fell asleep after washing and watching up the wounds.
Nao I get it.