"Like Stepping on the Air, So Blindly..."

Jesus Christ. I wrote, yesterday, on my LJ, that my toenail was hurting me?

I couldn't sleep last night because it was hurting me so badly, and at six I finally got up the courage to wake Mum and tell her so. She numbed it and I slept till twelve-thirty, to my acute embarrassment.

Went to the podiatrist and realised the nail had to be in part removed. The doctor's name was Victor, and I persisted in calling him Viktorrr, to likely his annoyance. He gave me six shots of anesthesia, which didn't help in the least. Actually, the last time I had any sort of minor surgery, I was seven, and the anesthesia didn't work then, either. And he had blood on his white jacket, which freaked me out.

So he took off his jacket.

Then he took out half my toenail. And I screamed, because I'm bad about that. >_< But I was kind of high off being so scared of the pain, so I kept giggling hysterically and then screaming, and it was most unpleasant.

And now I've been drugged on some other anesthesia which apparently will work better. *g* It hasn't kicked in yet, as my toe hurts incredibly.

Unfortunately, if I don't get over my obsessive toenail cutting, the other foot may have to undergo the same process. And I doubt if dear Viktorrr wants me back in his office.