Ugh

My foot doctor is evil. A simple task of taking my mother to the foot doctor, I ended up with a painful toe. I can't take my mom to any doctors anymore, this is the second time. So she wants to see what it would look like with her toe without a nail. So I quickly volunteer by kicking off my shoes and showing her. Normally when he removes the nail he deadens the nailbed so the nail wont grow back, but part of my nail apparently did. She questions it, he sees it, "Hmm, it did grow back. I'll fix that today". I'm thinking no problem, he'll get the clippers or that little drill thing to file it down or something. Instead, he grabs two needles and rolls over to me. Oh lawd I know what this means! He jabs my toe to start the numbing process, he's grinning, mom's laughing....but not for long. Her turn was next. I only had one toe, she had three....AND the bone spur on top of her foot. Needless to say she laughed a very short time. But then, payback was on me. I thought it would be cool to watch him do her feet. I've never been weak at the sight of blood, but after seeing him do one toe and thing "interesting", I didnt feel so very well. I just sort of laid back while he did his thing. As long as I didnt feel anything.

So today is the day after, and I'm almost in tears for every step I take. I talked to her, and she isnt even hurting grrrrr. I guess I can fart around at work for a few days. what fun that will be :-\