Some of you have heard this rant before...
There are some injuries that you can wear with a bit of pride. Maybe you were doing something interesting, or failing that, the injury is at least the kind that anyone can recognize that it must hurt like hell and will kindly look the other way when you whine a bit. Then there are those other injuries...
OK, so most of us have stubbed numerous toes going between the rooms of homes we've lived in for years or possibly decades. We know the untold pain of the paper cut. I personally know how it feels to smack myself in the face with a metal shelf. Then there are the chronic things that we could complain about, but only if we live with the kind of people that are willing to listen to the same complaint every day. The bad backs, the allergies, the weird kneecaps that seem to be made of crushed cartilage, they fall into this category.
Along that vein, I cannot tell you how sick I am of having ingrown toenails. I had one seen to by a doctor (unlike my general method that involves me with a old, bloodstained x-acto knife, occasionally in a darkened room) last week and it made me realize that I hadn't actually had feet that didn't hurt in probably years, having mistook 'not hurting that much' for the absence of pain all that time. Likewise I was confusing 'less infected' for 'not infected'. I seriously have a count down until my insurance will tolerate me going back and having both nails disposed of.
And there you have it: years of pain and part of me still can't believe that I'm going to let people see me complaining about a toenail....
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