Macho, Macho.....Man

Yesterday I went to go see my doctor for a hang-nail. Yup, that's right a hang nail. I have a few fingers that I typically need to pull some pretty serious hang nails out once per month. Lets first be sure we are on the same page regarding what I am calling a hang nail. For me very often I have a hard piece of nail form in between my fingernail and the side of my finger where the nail meets the skin. If I pull straight out I can pull that hard skin/nail out so it does not grow into something much larger. No one has really told me to do this, I just do it.

Anyways I cannot remember the last time I pulled one but my ring finger on my right hand three days ago started to hurt pretty bad. I waved it off as nothing big. The next day it was hurting more, touching it, putting pressure on my finger, yikes. I showed our resident medical expert - Jennifer and she pulled out a magnifying glass as there was some grayness around the area where my nail met the skin. "That doesn't look good," was her response. Ok, I will keep an eye on it.

Yesterday I woke up and my finger was throbbing and really killing me. I mean thinking about touching it would kill me. Typing on the keyboard was killing me. Yikes, it is getting worse! The gray area looked like it got a little bigger. So, I called our doctor's office and told the nurse I was calling because a hang nail I pulled was killing me. She was very nice, no laughs, "can you come in at 10:40 AM?"

Of course the nurse that admitted me, took my blood pressure, wanted to know, "So what brings you in today?" I went through the hang nail story all over again. By the way Mom, blood pressure was 102 over 62. Stop worrying! Doctor came in, told him about my hang nail. Took one look at it and said, oh yah....you have opitmsgidjalsdur blah blah blah. He went off and came back with a scalpel. He proceeded to delicately cut into my finger and explained to me that my hang nail got infected and there is a bunch of pus building up pressure in the tip of my finger and he was going to relieve it. Before I knew it he was pushing on the tip of my finger and a milky, snotty, yellow-green puss came out of my finger. About 1/2 a teaspoon. He put some ointment on, gave me a prescription, and a SPIDER MAN band aid! (Not really it was just a normal band aid) I was all fixed up and ready for another 100,000 miles.

The Macho Man was back...ha ha. This goes to show ya, a hang nail CAN hurt!