i straight up bled through both my dressings, ha
they only took part of each nail, and let me tell you, whatever he put in my toes to numb it hurt worse than the actual procedure did
i did not know that anesthetic burned. im pretty sure i tasted death, and my doctor was fueled by the anguished screams of the damned (me)
i started having the anesthetic wear off almost immediately, to my regret, and by eight pm eastern time i was in full pain mode
tylenol isnt doing jack gimp for the pain so im just gonna die? *shrugs*
to prevent my nasty foot germs from contaminating my sheets, i covered my toes in sandwich bags and cut holes in them so condensation wouldnt happen and mess up my dressings, which i must keep dry until 3pm tomorrow when i may ceremoniously soak them and remove them, exposing the horrible husk of my former toes underneath
im debating having a friend here as i do so to make sure i dont faceplant into my toe bathwater at the sight of them. usually i dont spazz but they FEEL so horrible i can only imagine they look horrible too
i have no idea how much toenail was removed, my dad is a horrible size guesser, and there is so much pain that it's clouding my judgment
speaking of, i should go to bed. i have a big history test tomorrow at 10:50 and im going to die trying to explain the nuances of the transition from foraging to farming in india and china from 5000-200BC
someone teach me how to say "im going to die" in sanskrit so i can make a joke about how the rig veda foretold this event millennia before i read about it in my textbook. or something.
does shock make you feel that level of disoriented people usually associate with, like, valium and oxycodone? i feel like im right there mentally at this point
