Good day, dear reader
This is to inform you that on Friday, August 19, 2011, this website will go offline. It will be in Maintenance Mode. Some of you will remember a previous article in which I posted that I am switching from Joomla to WordPress? Well, it is happening.
How long will I be offline for? I really don't know. Maybe a week. Maybe a month.
But I will be back. I promise.
See you then!
FF
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Why Monday, Why?
Good day, dear reader
On Monday April 4th, I worked. It was a normal day. It was a normal Monday. I was tired, I was grouchy, not much went right at work....it was Monday. Finally, my work day ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, packed up my laptop, and walked out of the school I was working it. It was home time. True, I had a bit of a drive to get home, but usually it is not horrible. This day proved not much different. I got home at the normal time. As I pulled into my garage, I became a little less grouchy....I only hoped the kids were happy and that my wife was happy. One is never too sure on a Monday. For those of you who have followed my blog(s) for the past couple years, you will know that Mondays and I do NOT get along. No, dear reader, Monday's don't like me and I don't like Mondays. And so I invite you to read on....learn what Monday did to me this time.
By this time, dear reader, I am walking up my back sidewalk towards my house. I skirt around the water, and open my door. Immediately as I walk into my house, I see the lights on downstairs. Naturally, I look. Normally I see my deepfreezes, the floor tile and maybe a toy or two. But no....this time I saw Monday. In all it's devious glory, I saw Monday. It laughed. It chortled. Monday had the d**m gall to guffaw at me. And it reared its ugly head in the form of water. Oh, it was not so cruel this time as to be sewer water, but nevertheless it was water. The water was being held at bay by towels, but even that was becoming futile. My poor wife could not keep up with the onslaught. Every towel we owned was wet. And Monday kept happening.
I took stock of the situation, and immediately decided that I should get the power bar that my freezers were plugged into out of the water. One crisis averted. Then I quickly surveyed the situation, and found where the water was coming in...a spot right at the footing. Then I decided that towels alone would not help and we needed mechanical assistance....I went to my garage and got my wet/dry vac. And with that, we managed to get the standing water out of the area, and we could concentrate on the entry point. We didn't lose anything in the basement except some drywall and floor tile....no big deal. We are very fortunate. It could have been worse.
I cannot remember all the details of the rest of that day exactly. I do know that my kids ended up doing a lot of their own supper. I do know that Dianne made a lot of phone calls trying to get someone to come and fix the problem. 15 calls, 2 people responded. We managed to get someone booked for Tuesday and for Wednesday to assess the damage. But, this still left us with the issue of the water pouring into the house. No, Monday was not over yet. Not even close.
After we got the inside water under control (sort of), I left Dianne downstairs to keep up with it, and I went outside to see what could be done. Do you remember, dear reader, at the beginning of my article where I described 'skirting around the water'? Well, that skirting around turned into wading through. Even though we had moved snow away from the house all winter, it was still a problem. I dug a couple small trenches and resevoirs so that the water would flow away from the house, but I couldn't go very far due to the sheer amount of snow piled up in the back yard. My cousin Sheldon and his son Connor came over and we moved snow...and water. We found that once we got the outside water under control, it was not going inside near as quick. Thus the plan became this: keep the water level outside at an acceptable level, and inside will be good. Sounds easy, right? Um, not so much.
I won't bore you with too many more details, dear reader. Suffice it to say that Dianne and I put in an awful lot of hours keeping the water away from the house. Turns out that our foundation is cracked....a 7 foot long crack. We hired a guy to fix it, and included with the job is installing a sump pump, weeping tile, window wells and adjusting the grade slightly. We will be re-designing the backyard, and spending a lot of time doing it. At least my house is dry again. There is much more I could write, but I won't. After all, it's Monday....and I don't like Mondays.
Cheers,
FF
On Monday April 4th, I worked. It was a normal day. It was a normal Monday. I was tired, I was grouchy, not much went right at work....it was Monday. Finally, my work day ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, packed up my laptop, and walked out of the school I was working it. It was home time. True, I had a bit of a drive to get home, but usually it is not horrible. This day proved not much different. I got home at the normal time. As I pulled into my garage, I became a little less grouchy....I only hoped the kids were happy and that my wife was happy. One is never too sure on a Monday. For those of you who have followed my blog(s) for the past couple years, you will know that Mondays and I do NOT get along. No, dear reader, Monday's don't like me and I don't like Mondays. And so I invite you to read on....learn what Monday did to me this time.
By this time, dear reader, I am walking up my back sidewalk towards my house. I skirt around the water, and open my door. Immediately as I walk into my house, I see the lights on downstairs. Naturally, I look. Normally I see my deepfreezes, the floor tile and maybe a toy or two. But no....this time I saw Monday. In all it's devious glory, I saw Monday. It laughed. It chortled. Monday had the d**m gall to guffaw at me. And it reared its ugly head in the form of water. Oh, it was not so cruel this time as to be sewer water, but nevertheless it was water. The water was being held at bay by towels, but even that was becoming futile. My poor wife could not keep up with the onslaught. Every towel we owned was wet. And Monday kept happening.
I took stock of the situation, and immediately decided that I should get the power bar that my freezers were plugged into out of the water. One crisis averted. Then I quickly surveyed the situation, and found where the water was coming in...a spot right at the footing. Then I decided that towels alone would not help and we needed mechanical assistance....I went to my garage and got my wet/dry vac. And with that, we managed to get the standing water out of the area, and we could concentrate on the entry point. We didn't lose anything in the basement except some drywall and floor tile....no big deal. We are very fortunate. It could have been worse.
I cannot remember all the details of the rest of that day exactly. I do know that my kids ended up doing a lot of their own supper. I do know that Dianne made a lot of phone calls trying to get someone to come and fix the problem. 15 calls, 2 people responded. We managed to get someone booked for Tuesday and for Wednesday to assess the damage. But, this still left us with the issue of the water pouring into the house. No, Monday was not over yet. Not even close.
After we got the inside water under control (sort of), I left Dianne downstairs to keep up with it, and I went outside to see what could be done. Do you remember, dear reader, at the beginning of my article where I described 'skirting around the water'? Well, that skirting around turned into wading through. Even though we had moved snow away from the house all winter, it was still a problem. I dug a couple small trenches and resevoirs so that the water would flow away from the house, but I couldn't go very far due to the sheer amount of snow piled up in the back yard. My cousin Sheldon and his son Connor came over and we moved snow...and water. We found that once we got the outside water under control, it was not going inside near as quick. Thus the plan became this: keep the water level outside at an acceptable level, and inside will be good. Sounds easy, right? Um, not so much.
I won't bore you with too many more details, dear reader. Suffice it to say that Dianne and I put in an awful lot of hours keeping the water away from the house. Turns out that our foundation is cracked....a 7 foot long crack. We hired a guy to fix it, and included with the job is installing a sump pump, weeping tile, window wells and adjusting the grade slightly. We will be re-designing the backyard, and spending a lot of time doing it. At least my house is dry again. There is much more I could write, but I won't. After all, it's Monday....and I don't like Mondays.
Cheers,
FF
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Three Fold Purpose
Good evening, dear stranger
Today, the thought came to me that I hadn't written for a while. Actually, the thought has come to me several times in the past month, but every time I think I feel like writing, I discover how wrong I am. I just don't have any topics I want to write about. So, this article is going to serve 3 purposes. If you're curious, please read on. If you couldn't care less, please click on this link.
It is plainly obvious that you obviously do care. I do, however, invite you click on link in the introduction AFTER you have read the remainder of this article. And without further ado, let's move on to the first of my 3 purposes.
In the introduction, I mentioned that I didn't have any topics to write about. Well, I am now recruiting you as my dear readers to provide suggestions. All you need to do is email me at suggestions {at} fifafan {dot} ca with your suggestion, and I will give it due consideration. Please note that I will most likely NOT write about everything that gets suggested, but I promise to at the very least consider it. I also promise that, IF your suggestion is accepted, I will somehow work your name into the article, thus giving tribute. That is, after all, the very least I can do for you. But also be aware that the topic you provide is open to MY interpretation. Do you think this could be fun? Be brave, dear reader. Be brave.
The second purpose is to update you on the state of my toes. For those of you who read my Alas....Goodbye article, you will recall the event of my toenail removal. If you haven't read that article yet, maybe you should consider reading it before carrying on with this one. You can read Alas...Goodbye here. Carrying on then....it has been close to 2 months since the surgery, and for a while, infection had set in. My toes were not healing well at all. I finally went to see my doctor, and he prescribed me some salve to put on the surgery site, which I had to apply twice per day. Well, lo and behold....the salve worked miracles!!! Take a look at the picture:
Can you believe how well it healed!!! Not that I am happy about it, mind you. I did NOT want my nails to grow back. And look what the left one did. Does this mean I have to go through more surgery? No, I don't think so. Why, you ask? Well, I'm not proud, but I kind of might of told a wee fib. It wasn't my idea, honest!!! But I did execute the idea. So, let me come clean. Here are the real pictures.
As you can see, dear reader, my toes are healing nicely. This week I started keeping them unwrapped, but I think I will continue to wrap the left one for a few days yet. The right one is not needing the bandages.
And that, dear reader, is the latest update on my toes.
I did say that there was a three fold purpose, right? Well, for the life of me, I cannot remember what I was going to write about. So, it seems that this article will only serve a two-fold purpose. And with that, dear reader, I will be leaving this article. I sincerely hope that you a) enjoy the toe pics and b) email me some suggestions. Please, help get the creative juices flowing again.
Until next time.....farewell.
FF
Today, the thought came to me that I hadn't written for a while. Actually, the thought has come to me several times in the past month, but every time I think I feel like writing, I discover how wrong I am. I just don't have any topics I want to write about. So, this article is going to serve 3 purposes. If you're curious, please read on. If you couldn't care less, please click on this link.
It is plainly obvious that you obviously do care. I do, however, invite you click on link in the introduction AFTER you have read the remainder of this article. And without further ado, let's move on to the first of my 3 purposes.
In the introduction, I mentioned that I didn't have any topics to write about. Well, I am now recruiting you as my dear readers to provide suggestions. All you need to do is email me at suggestions {at} fifafan {dot} ca with your suggestion, and I will give it due consideration. Please note that I will most likely NOT write about everything that gets suggested, but I promise to at the very least consider it. I also promise that, IF your suggestion is accepted, I will somehow work your name into the article, thus giving tribute. That is, after all, the very least I can do for you. But also be aware that the topic you provide is open to MY interpretation. Do you think this could be fun? Be brave, dear reader. Be brave.
The second purpose is to update you on the state of my toes. For those of you who read my Alas....Goodbye article, you will recall the event of my toenail removal. If you haven't read that article yet, maybe you should consider reading it before carrying on with this one. You can read Alas...Goodbye here. Carrying on then....it has been close to 2 months since the surgery, and for a while, infection had set in. My toes were not healing well at all. I finally went to see my doctor, and he prescribed me some salve to put on the surgery site, which I had to apply twice per day. Well, lo and behold....the salve worked miracles!!! Take a look at the picture:
Can you believe how well it healed!!! Not that I am happy about it, mind you. I did NOT want my nails to grow back. And look what the left one did. Does this mean I have to go through more surgery? No, I don't think so. Why, you ask? Well, I'm not proud, but I kind of might of told a wee fib. It wasn't my idea, honest!!! But I did execute the idea. So, let me come clean. Here are the real pictures.
As you can see, dear reader, my toes are healing nicely. This week I started keeping them unwrapped, but I think I will continue to wrap the left one for a few days yet. The right one is not needing the bandages.
And that, dear reader, is the latest update on my toes.
I did say that there was a three fold purpose, right? Well, for the life of me, I cannot remember what I was going to write about. So, it seems that this article will only serve a two-fold purpose. And with that, dear reader, I will be leaving this article. I sincerely hope that you a) enjoy the toe pics and b) email me some suggestions. Please, help get the creative juices flowing again.
Until next time.....farewell.
FF
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Alas...Goodbye.
Hello dear reader
Just the other day, I posted an article saying that yes I was around, and yes I will write again. Who would have thought that my creative juices would start flowing again mere days after that article. I suppose that the title of this article is a bit mis-leading. Some of you might read it and say to yourself 'oh no...he's leaving!!'. Fret not, dear reader. I am not leaving. I re-iterate what I wrote the other day...I will continue writing. With that being said, let me explain the meaning of the title 'Alas...Goodbye'. Truly, yesterday was the end of an era. For 14 years, I endured. For 14 years, I put up with it. Finally I made a decision to start the process to make it all go away. After months of deliberation, appointments, consultations and sleepless nights....the era ended. Things are new again....a new day has dawned. Read on, dear reader, for details on the previous era, and hopes for the future.
As I mentioned, dear reader, it's been a 14 year era. Now, before I go on, I give you fair warning...the following article contains graphic images and descriptions, and I will not be held responsible for any nausea you may encounter by looking at the pictures. Have you figured out what I'm talking about? If you're a Facebook friend of mine, it should be clear. Yup, that's right. Toenails. To be precise...big toe toenails. 14 years ago, I had them surgically removed. They were not supposed to grow back, but they did. I found out that with the surgical removal of the nail bed, there is a 15% chance of re-growth. I fell in that 15% group. So for 14 years, I walked around with my toenails growing into my toe. Oh, I would perform self-surgery and dig out the embedded nails....but that was always a temporary solution. I knew that I'd have to go for surgery again...but I was scared. I'll explain.
I think I was 11 years old the first time I had this surgery done. I remember little of it, except the pain of removing the bandages for the first time. Back then, they wrapped up the nail-less toes with gauze....and didn't unwind it for 3 days. So, in those 3 days, the wounds started to heal....around the very strings that make up gauze. Just imagine, dear reader, yanking those bandages off and causing the whole thing to open up again. I remember the pain...I remember crying. I was 11.
Since then, I've had my nails removed 4 more times, including this time around. 3 times I've had it done under a general anasthetic, and twice I've had it done with local freezing. The 3 times under general were the easiest...except for the initial bandage removal as briefly described in the previous paragraph. The first time that it was done with a local anasthetic was the cause of my fears. You see, when it was done that way, my toes didn't really freeze properly. I felt the entire operation. I mentioned this to the doctor in passing (as in "Hey Doc...I can feel you slicing the nail off"). He kind of sloughed it off (as in "Hey Rod...don't worry about it. We're almost done."). Yes, dear reader...it hurt. Some of you may think I'm a wimp. Some may think coward. Some may laugh. And that's fine...it was 14 years ago. The scars are mine alone.
Enter 2010. Once again, the toenails have grown in. No, it has nothing to do with poor trimming practices. It is hereditary. My dad has the problem, my uncle had the problem, and same with a cousin. It runs (no pun intended) in the family. I have spent 13 years digging out the nails myself with a nail clipper, a tweezers, and sharp pointy object for digging and lifting. After 13 years, it got old. And it got to the point where the left toenail could not be dug out any more, and the right toenail was so mis-shapen that it was too much work and too painful to do self-surgery. Here are some pics of the toenails.
The left picture is the right toe, and the right picture is the left toe. Don't ask. Just accept it as it is.
So, I went to see my family Dr., who referred me to another doctor. The second doctor only performs toenail removal via local anasthetic, and I was going to have no part of that. I insisted on being knocked out. Yeah, i know....I'm a wimp. So, this second doctor put the word out, and found a surgeon willing to do this. A consultation was booked. I went in to see him, he looked at my toes and we talked. We talked about my fears of local anasthetic. He laughed....I didn't. But, not only is he a doctor....he is also a salesman. He convinced me to have the surgery done with a local anasthetic. And this, dear reader, was the start of a few sleepless nights. I worked myself into a real fret imagining the horrors of 14 years ago being replayed. But, the surgery day was booked, my time off work was booked and coverage for my schools was arranged. I couldn't back out now.
The day arrived. My dear cousin gave me a ride to Grey Nuns Hospital. I was nervous. I had taken a couple pain killers before I got there as preventative medicine. I could tell I was nervous (and maybe a wee bit stoned) just by the conversation I was having with the nurse as she took me to my room. The doctor came in, followed by a couple nurses. He prepped his needles. After looking at the size of the needle, I said "You're not sticking that thing in my toe!!". He laughed and said "No, it's just a filling needle." He then showed me the needle he was going to jab into my toe. I didn't feel too much better.
Let me interject here for a moment, dear reader, and explain something. When the doctor sold me on local anasthetic, he told me that he would only give me one needle per toe, for a grand total of two needles. He said that two needles was hardly anymore that the one needle needed for a general anasthetic. *sigh*. I fell for it. But, here's the kicker (no pun intended). What the Dr. failed to tell me was that each needle was going to be jabbed into each toe 4 times. One needle. 4 Jabs. One prick.
Back into the room. I'm lying on my back, my pant legs hiked up to my knees. The Dr. is ready, and he is swabbing my toes with cleansing alcohol. He asks me that no matter how badly it hurt, not to move my foot. He will stop if I ask him, but I cannot move my foot. Great. And here goes. The first needle jab is on the outside part of the toe, right beside the the joint at the foot. This particular jab hurts...bad. I do not scream, or cry. But I think I emitted a moan or a groan. The second jab hurts, but not quite as much, as the freezing from the first jab is already taking hold. I slightly feel the third poke, and I wasn't aware that there was a fourth until I saw the marks on my toe. The Dr. has effectively created a ring block...freezing the nerve that goes down into the toe. The whole process to freeze the first toe takes about 14 seconds. The second toe goes just as quick, with the same amount of hurt.
So, now I'm frozen. The Dr. leaves for about 10 minutes, letting the freezing take hold real good. The part that I remember most about the operation 14 years ago is coming up...the nail removal. The Dr. and his nurse come back in...he does a few things and I can feel some bumping on my foot. I ask him what's happening and he says the nail is gone. Wowsers....I ddin't feel a thing!! It was at this point that my 14 year old fears were gone. The Dr. and his nurse talk abou the chemical that they are applying to the nail bed. He says that normally they leave it on for about 40 seconds, but for me they will leave it on for 3 minutes. Hopefully this lessens the chances of re-growth. The deed is performed on the second toe, and before I know it, they are bandaging me up. I am instructed to lay still for 5 minutes, followed by 5 minutes of sitting up with my feet dangling down. After the 5 minute dangle, they change the bandages and I am free to go!!
And that, dear reader, is the end of it. Nothing much more to tell. I popped a couple of T3's once I got into the car, but as it turned out I didn't really need them until much later. My wife and I changed the bandages twice that first day. We figured it was better to do it a couple times whilst I was still frozen. I suspec that the good Dr. took heart to my horror story, and that he gave me enough freezing to freeze a horse. I fell asleep around midnight....still frozen!! By morning, the freezing was out, but I had very little pain. As of this writing, I hurt a wee little bit, and I am still bleeding a little bit, especially if I walk on them. Thus, I stay on the couch as much as possible. The toes cleaned up nicely in a warm bath, and it did not hurt horribly to submerge them.
So, you want pictures of the finished product? Here are a couple pics before I cleaned them up:
And that, dear reader, is all I got. Thanks for coming on this journey with me. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did. Until next time.....goodnight.
FF
Just the other day, I posted an article saying that yes I was around, and yes I will write again. Who would have thought that my creative juices would start flowing again mere days after that article. I suppose that the title of this article is a bit mis-leading. Some of you might read it and say to yourself 'oh no...he's leaving!!'. Fret not, dear reader. I am not leaving. I re-iterate what I wrote the other day...I will continue writing. With that being said, let me explain the meaning of the title 'Alas...Goodbye'. Truly, yesterday was the end of an era. For 14 years, I endured. For 14 years, I put up with it. Finally I made a decision to start the process to make it all go away. After months of deliberation, appointments, consultations and sleepless nights....the era ended. Things are new again....a new day has dawned. Read on, dear reader, for details on the previous era, and hopes for the future.
As I mentioned, dear reader, it's been a 14 year era. Now, before I go on, I give you fair warning...the following article contains graphic images and descriptions, and I will not be held responsible for any nausea you may encounter by looking at the pictures. Have you figured out what I'm talking about? If you're a Facebook friend of mine, it should be clear. Yup, that's right. Toenails. To be precise...big toe toenails. 14 years ago, I had them surgically removed. They were not supposed to grow back, but they did. I found out that with the surgical removal of the nail bed, there is a 15% chance of re-growth. I fell in that 15% group. So for 14 years, I walked around with my toenails growing into my toe. Oh, I would perform self-surgery and dig out the embedded nails....but that was always a temporary solution. I knew that I'd have to go for surgery again...but I was scared. I'll explain.
I think I was 11 years old the first time I had this surgery done. I remember little of it, except the pain of removing the bandages for the first time. Back then, they wrapped up the nail-less toes with gauze....and didn't unwind it for 3 days. So, in those 3 days, the wounds started to heal....around the very strings that make up gauze. Just imagine, dear reader, yanking those bandages off and causing the whole thing to open up again. I remember the pain...I remember crying. I was 11.
Since then, I've had my nails removed 4 more times, including this time around. 3 times I've had it done under a general anasthetic, and twice I've had it done with local freezing. The 3 times under general were the easiest...except for the initial bandage removal as briefly described in the previous paragraph. The first time that it was done with a local anasthetic was the cause of my fears. You see, when it was done that way, my toes didn't really freeze properly. I felt the entire operation. I mentioned this to the doctor in passing (as in "Hey Doc...I can feel you slicing the nail off"). He kind of sloughed it off (as in "Hey Rod...don't worry about it. We're almost done."). Yes, dear reader...it hurt. Some of you may think I'm a wimp. Some may think coward. Some may laugh. And that's fine...it was 14 years ago. The scars are mine alone.
Enter 2010. Once again, the toenails have grown in. No, it has nothing to do with poor trimming practices. It is hereditary. My dad has the problem, my uncle had the problem, and same with a cousin. It runs (no pun intended) in the family. I have spent 13 years digging out the nails myself with a nail clipper, a tweezers, and sharp pointy object for digging and lifting. After 13 years, it got old. And it got to the point where the left toenail could not be dug out any more, and the right toenail was so mis-shapen that it was too much work and too painful to do self-surgery. Here are some pics of the toenails.
The left picture is the right toe, and the right picture is the left toe. Don't ask. Just accept it as it is.
So, I went to see my family Dr., who referred me to another doctor. The second doctor only performs toenail removal via local anasthetic, and I was going to have no part of that. I insisted on being knocked out. Yeah, i know....I'm a wimp. So, this second doctor put the word out, and found a surgeon willing to do this. A consultation was booked. I went in to see him, he looked at my toes and we talked. We talked about my fears of local anasthetic. He laughed....I didn't. But, not only is he a doctor....he is also a salesman. He convinced me to have the surgery done with a local anasthetic. And this, dear reader, was the start of a few sleepless nights. I worked myself into a real fret imagining the horrors of 14 years ago being replayed. But, the surgery day was booked, my time off work was booked and coverage for my schools was arranged. I couldn't back out now.
The day arrived. My dear cousin gave me a ride to Grey Nuns Hospital. I was nervous. I had taken a couple pain killers before I got there as preventative medicine. I could tell I was nervous (and maybe a wee bit stoned) just by the conversation I was having with the nurse as she took me to my room. The doctor came in, followed by a couple nurses. He prepped his needles. After looking at the size of the needle, I said "You're not sticking that thing in my toe!!". He laughed and said "No, it's just a filling needle." He then showed me the needle he was going to jab into my toe. I didn't feel too much better.
Let me interject here for a moment, dear reader, and explain something. When the doctor sold me on local anasthetic, he told me that he would only give me one needle per toe, for a grand total of two needles. He said that two needles was hardly anymore that the one needle needed for a general anasthetic. *sigh*. I fell for it. But, here's the kicker (no pun intended). What the Dr. failed to tell me was that each needle was going to be jabbed into each toe 4 times. One needle. 4 Jabs. One prick.
Back into the room. I'm lying on my back, my pant legs hiked up to my knees. The Dr. is ready, and he is swabbing my toes with cleansing alcohol. He asks me that no matter how badly it hurt, not to move my foot. He will stop if I ask him, but I cannot move my foot. Great. And here goes. The first needle jab is on the outside part of the toe, right beside the the joint at the foot. This particular jab hurts...bad. I do not scream, or cry. But I think I emitted a moan or a groan. The second jab hurts, but not quite as much, as the freezing from the first jab is already taking hold. I slightly feel the third poke, and I wasn't aware that there was a fourth until I saw the marks on my toe. The Dr. has effectively created a ring block...freezing the nerve that goes down into the toe. The whole process to freeze the first toe takes about 14 seconds. The second toe goes just as quick, with the same amount of hurt.
So, now I'm frozen. The Dr. leaves for about 10 minutes, letting the freezing take hold real good. The part that I remember most about the operation 14 years ago is coming up...the nail removal. The Dr. and his nurse come back in...he does a few things and I can feel some bumping on my foot. I ask him what's happening and he says the nail is gone. Wowsers....I ddin't feel a thing!! It was at this point that my 14 year old fears were gone. The Dr. and his nurse talk abou the chemical that they are applying to the nail bed. He says that normally they leave it on for about 40 seconds, but for me they will leave it on for 3 minutes. Hopefully this lessens the chances of re-growth. The deed is performed on the second toe, and before I know it, they are bandaging me up. I am instructed to lay still for 5 minutes, followed by 5 minutes of sitting up with my feet dangling down. After the 5 minute dangle, they change the bandages and I am free to go!!
And that, dear reader, is the end of it. Nothing much more to tell. I popped a couple of T3's once I got into the car, but as it turned out I didn't really need them until much later. My wife and I changed the bandages twice that first day. We figured it was better to do it a couple times whilst I was still frozen. I suspec that the good Dr. took heart to my horror story, and that he gave me enough freezing to freeze a horse. I fell asleep around midnight....still frozen!! By morning, the freezing was out, but I had very little pain. As of this writing, I hurt a wee little bit, and I am still bleeding a little bit, especially if I walk on them. Thus, I stay on the couch as much as possible. The toes cleaned up nicely in a warm bath, and it did not hurt horribly to submerge them.
So, you want pictures of the finished product? Here are a couple pics before I cleaned them up:
And that, dear reader, is all I got. Thanks for coming on this journey with me. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did. Until next time.....goodnight.
FF
Monday, January 24, 2011
Yup, I'm still around...
Good morning, dear reader
In case any of you are wondering, the answer is yes. Yes, I am still around. Yes I am still interested in my website. Yes, I am still interested in writing. But, no, I have not written anything for quite a while...I am very much not inspired. Once the inspiration hits me again, I'll write.
Thanks for your patience.
FF
In case any of you are wondering, the answer is yes. Yes, I am still around. Yes I am still interested in my website. Yes, I am still interested in writing. But, no, I have not written anything for quite a while...I am very much not inspired. Once the inspiration hits me again, I'll write.
Thanks for your patience.
FF
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)