I have a pretty low immune system, so I am more susceptible to infection, duh.
So, because of this, I get planar warts on my feet.
And, tired of being tortured every three weeks with liquid nitrogen on the soles of my feet (youch!) I am trying a different approach.
There’s this 5% solution of some gawdawful chemical, that smells like super concentrated acetone.
I put this on the warts once a week.
Well, on Wednesday, I did the second application.
Today, I have a weird, hard, painful white mass trying to push it’s way out of the side of my foot.
That was the objective.
But, I ended up spending a hour walking around Toys R Us with Jaren yesterday (instead of going to the yarn store, I still think that was on purpose) and, boy, could I tell.
I mean, my foot would not let me not know.
Then I went and stood at work for a few hours too.
Bleh.
Jaren has this huge swim meet all weekend for Halloween (yes, I don’t know either) so I am going to finally finish putting my bookcase and new table together, and then get all of my stuff out of my mother’s garage and back into my room.
Oh, and homework, I guess.
And, I officially hate being a girl (gross, I know!) but I seriously want to throw my uterus at the wall.
