The doctor had what he called a "polyp" growing at the base of his big toenail and it was rubbing on his shoe when he ran. (If you're going to have a polyp I think its much better on your toe than a polyp in your colon). He said to me "could you please cut off this polyp? Its hurting me." Now I have cut up a lot of meat in my day but it was already detached from the animal and it didn't bleed when I cut into it and I have, on occasion, helped him cut his toenails which I thought very altruistic of me, but this was clearly out of my league.
So he decided to take care of the problem himself. ( I think he was confident because he had watched the utube video of ingrown toenail surgery). A little aside here. Notice that he can reach his toes...and all this time I thought I was helping him cut his toenails because he couldn't bend down to reach them. With my sewing scissors in hand he went at it. Much like the executioners of Great Britain the first blow was not enough to sever the head and multiple attempts were made before the little bugger came off. I headed for the bathroom for some dry heaving.
With blood running onto the floor he called out "bring some toilet paper back with you" so with tears running down my cheeks (dry heaving will do that to you) I brought back toilet paper to stench the flow. Was a tourniquet needed? Was he going to lose his big toe?
There's the little polyp's head never to hurt this boy again. I just have to say that the patient was quiet and cooperative during the surgery. He didn't have anesthesia and he was brave. (I think a lot of women had set him a good example).
In the end one little bandaid did the trick to cover the raw stub of polyp. No tourniquet needed and no transfusion given. So the physician did heal himself. Long live the physician. The nurse is a wuss but she did put the bandaid on the owie for him and told him he was a brave boy. (She also cleaned up all the blood). Now there's teamwork for you!
Oh that was a good one....just like you said!! YIKES! OUCH!! I was gagging reading and looking at it. When I was in about 7th or 8th grade, my dad had an infection in his fingernail. There was pus under the nail. He had an electric drill in his hand and asked me if I would drill the nail to relieve the pressure by getting the pus out. I, like you, am and was a wuss! NO WAY JOSE!! Poor Daddy had to do it himself. PILOT HEAL THYSELF!! He did no thanks to me :) I hope the polyp doesn't grow back!!
ReplyDeleteOh SICK! I had to read fast and then close my eyes on the pics, I wouldn't make a good surgeon (or nurse)
ReplyDeleteHope he's feeling better!