We grabbed my surgical instruments of choice, a new lancet and a pair of tweezers. We pulled over the floor lamp and Pete began the extraction procedure. And it hurt. HURT!!!! Hurt so bad that I cried out in pain and little K.C. came running over to see why I cried. (I told you she was a sweet little cat.) This little splinter was in deep, and Pete and I ended up doing a tag-team kind of thing until I finally got it out.
|Okay, not exactly the bloody stump of a foot it feels like.|
But there is a silver lining. There is always a silver lining. Although this little splinter of wood and its extraction hurt, it sets my mind at ease. I'm glad it hurt. Because it means those little nerves in my feet are still working just fine. It means for now, when someone tells me about their grandmother with diabetes who had to have her feet amputated, I can tell them that my feet are just fine. My little cut hurts so good.
**** As an end note, I need to add that I do not recommend ignoring doctors' orders and walking around without shoes on. Do as I say, not as I do. I also want to assure you that Pete and I are checking this wound twice a day to be sure it's healing as it should. ****