I had an infected planter wart dug out of the sole of my foot a couple of years ago. Getting a local injected into the sole of your foot is not much fun. I did get to watch the doc dig it out though, that was kind of cool.
It was a weird experience, the anaesthetic went all the way up to my hip, and started to wear off at the end of the procedure. I got really freaked out when they were putting in the stitches. There were only three, but the sensation of having a thread pulled through my skin was a new and freaky one. I wasn\'t sure if I was going to scream, cry, vomit, or pass out. I felt like I was going to do everything at once, and when the doctor was finished, she said, \"You look pale, I\'ll get you a glass of water.\"
I couldn\'t walk for two weeks, which was a bummer, but once it healed I was back to my old self. The wart had made walking painful and difficult, and I was glad to see it go. Getting the stitches removed was fun, as well. I\'d been walking on it for about a week, and one of the stitches had worked it\'s way through the skin on one side. That was an easy one to get rid of. The others were slightly less fun.
Another time, I broke my leg without breaking my leg.
We were playing soccer with nerf balls on a highly polished, urethane sealed basketball court, and I was in bare feet. I kicked through the ball and down, and my foot hit the court. The urethane gripped my skin, and all I remember doing is falling over and curling up into the fetal position. Got taken to the doc, who x-rays me, then slaps me in a cast to make sure it\'ll set right. That doctor had earlier left my sister\'s leg out of a cast for a week when it was broken, so I think she was just trying to cover her backside. Anyway, the doc gets the x-rays of my foot back, and nothing\'s broken. I\'ve been hobbling around school on crutches for a week, and now I get to have my cast removed. The doctor was mortified, but I just said, no biggie. Better to be safe than sorry, and this way, you\'re two for two!
