Pain pain

My left pointer was infected beyond recognition and the pain was getting unbearable. I finally conceded to go to the doctors knowing the fate that awaited me.

True enough, the doctor took one look and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to cut it open." I was mentally prepared for the 'surgery' so I calmly asked for an aneasthetic. The doctor told me she'd give me something to numb my finger but I would still feel the pain.

I took a deep breath and followed her into the surgery. The connecting door to the consultation room was left open and my husband and youngest daughter, who wanted to follow could see the procedures.

The doctor first sprayed my infected finger and I cringed from the pain, it felt as if my finger was plunged into a bucket of ice. The doctor held my finger with her left hand and with her right, she held up the surgical knife. When I saw the blade glinting in the light, I quickly looked away and when she sliced my skin my toes curled up in pain, my hair all stood up and I stuffed the tissue which I had been holding in my hand in preparation into my mouth. It took a huge amount of self control to just sit there to let the doctor squeeze out all the pus, all the while kicking my legs, squeezing my daughter's arm (she'd come in to comfort me as soon as she saw me in pain, my husband just sat in the consultation room and cringed on my behalf) and making unintelligible noises.

It was all over in a few minutes and the doctor wrapped up my finger in such huge bandages, it actually looked quite hilarious. The doctor prescribed some antibiotics and sent me home, not before telling me to go back again in 2 days to change the dressing. Oh joy.