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tylikSo in addition to the sprained ankle, I have a damaged toe. Actually, I damaged a couple of them, but one has been swollen and sore enough that it's been difficult to wear shoes (except for sandals). Couldn't figure out quite what was going wrong with it, but it's been the better part of a week, and I think the way the sore toe is disrupting my gait might be harming the ankle, so I decided to attack it with scissors and stuff.
Anyhow, I thought I might have had an ingrown toenail -- or rather, that I'd ground the edge of the toenail into the toe hiking. So I went pocking around seeing if I could pull anything out or trim anything off, only to find out that the whole toenail was kind of loose. So with a lot of tugging and careful trimming, I pulled it out (on one corner it was still attached to something that was attached to something alive, so that required some careful trimming). I now have one only slightly mangled toe, with a rather disturbing hole in it where the nail used to be. OTOH, it kind of looked like the nail was growing sideways into the toe, and one way or another it was dead and needed to come out.
I'm kind of wondering if it will grow back -- had surgery on that toe earlier this year, and the nail has been kind of weird ever since.
What struck me as odd is the relationship I have with my body wrt this kind of stuff. This is hardly the first piece of impromptu minor surgery I've performed on my feet. (And hey, at least I was home with useful things like hydrogen peroxide and amerigel rather than sitting on a rock next to a trail somewhere, carefully cutting chucks off my toe with a fire-sterilized Opinel, as has often been the case.) I'm still not sure how much of the problems I have are due to my feet just being fucked, or that even as careful as I am about fitting shoes, shoes usually aren't really the right shape.
But really, the experience isn't that much unlike trying to do some kind of patch fix on my car (well, okay, when I poke something wrong in my car it doesn't hurt me quite so directly -- OTOH, usually I feel like I have a better idea what's going on with my body). Not to mention that I have a wider margin of error with my body -- it's trying to heal itself, so if I can remove obstacles from its way, and not mess things up too badly, it usually comes out okay.
Grump. I really want my feet to work. Now.
Anyhow, I thought I might have had an ingrown toenail -- or rather, that I'd ground the edge of the toenail into the toe hiking. So I went pocking around seeing if I could pull anything out or trim anything off, only to find out that the whole toenail was kind of loose. So with a lot of tugging and careful trimming, I pulled it out (on one corner it was still attached to something that was attached to something alive, so that required some careful trimming). I now have one only slightly mangled toe, with a rather disturbing hole in it where the nail used to be. OTOH, it kind of looked like the nail was growing sideways into the toe, and one way or another it was dead and needed to come out.
I'm kind of wondering if it will grow back -- had surgery on that toe earlier this year, and the nail has been kind of weird ever since.
What struck me as odd is the relationship I have with my body wrt this kind of stuff. This is hardly the first piece of impromptu minor surgery I've performed on my feet. (And hey, at least I was home with useful things like hydrogen peroxide and amerigel rather than sitting on a rock next to a trail somewhere, carefully cutting chucks off my toe with a fire-sterilized Opinel, as has often been the case.) I'm still not sure how much of the problems I have are due to my feet just being fucked, or that even as careful as I am about fitting shoes, shoes usually aren't really the right shape.
But really, the experience isn't that much unlike trying to do some kind of patch fix on my car (well, okay, when I poke something wrong in my car it doesn't hurt me quite so directly -- OTOH, usually I feel like I have a better idea what's going on with my body). Not to mention that I have a wider margin of error with my body -- it's trying to heal itself, so if I can remove obstacles from its way, and not mess things up too badly, it usually comes out okay.
Grump. I really want my feet to work. Now.
