the moral of the story
ok ok ...so my good friend and co (ex) rider has dragged up this thread after its dying down a while back.
I should really conclude this saga as it has come good.
So after several weeks after writing this I gave up and just put on those bunyon pads for months trying to subdue the major fuggin pain I was enduring all day but it wasn't really working. After a few scotch n dry's I began picking at the hard black sore that was grown over and to my surprise a big circle of black skin just fell off which led to a squirt or two of black blood to jettisent onto the rug. As stealth as I am I proceeded to rub the blood squirts that spewed with great force from the hole in my foot into the beautiful "Rugs a Million" rug that my missus bought a while back.... FYI....as I type Im actually looking at the remains of dry ingrained blood that has made the rug its home. Now I know why my dog loves sniffing that spot and confuses my missus to no end.
So here we are with blood squirting , me trying to cover it up on the rug and my pain thresehold is dying a slow death. What do I do ....well firstly I screamed like a girl which made my missus come flying in the room as if I was being chopped up into little pieces by a crazed leprachaun on acid. Once I calmed self down it was time to go back to the torch and shaved needle nose pliers. This time I had paper towels and a bite cloth ready.
In I went with the torch and did a wee exploration with the pliers pushing white mushy gunk around and padding up blood with paper towel. Bugger me, out of the blood soaked mess I saw a white tipped bit of sinue...hmmmm what's that I thought. In went the sharpened needle nose pliers, digging in a bit to get a good pinch hold on whatever that thing was and in a split second I had a great grab which resulted in me thinking now or never , pull that sucker out and get over it. I tugged fast and holy crap!!!!! blood just gushed out of this fugging hole. I plugged it up real quick, which in looking back was a very smart thing to do because the towel was soaking up blood fast, kinda like those womans hygiene commercials you see on TV with the hot chick telling us about how absorbant those maxi pads really are. I then looked at what I had pulled out and it was a huge tap root looking thing that I swear was about 20mm long. I was so stoked to have it out and in the clutches of my fabricated needle nose pliers that I completly forgot about the bleeding hole as it started to pool on the rug...FARRRRK!!! the missus went nuts. I then took one last look at my great prize and hobbled off to the bin and said my farewell.
I put a few pads on and strapping tape was added for a few days to help with the repairing tissue. And now here we are..alive, happy, walking properly (well almost) and not a pain at all to nag me.
So, I guess the moral of the story is to always wear thongs when showering away from home and alway see a Doc if pain persists.
hope this made a few of you laugh, a few cringe and a few think ...what a twit.
now .......GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!
out
