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bringing forth

a little notebook to scribble simple thoughts, inspired devotions and deep, quiet laments in.

 

Playing footy

I found out, upon a fairly recent visit to the doctor's, that I have a viral wart on my toe. When I first came back to Singapore early on in November, I was convinced, or more likely want to believe, that it was a corn and hence needed to be treated as one.
Off I went to the pharmacy and bought a box of corn plasters. They are elaborate. Allow me to enlighten all blessed persons who have yet to find the need/urge to buy any.

1. Small round medicated plaster with a diameter of around a centimetre. It also has a sticky top side which purpose you will soon find out. This you stick directly onto corn. If yours is bigger than this, sorry.

2. Oval shaped plaster with an underside that has a centre the size of the medicated plaster. Apparently it goes directly on top of the plaster, sort of like a cap, and is intended to pad the area surrounding the corn.

Corns are painful, as was mine, and therefore elaborate plasters are much needed. But lo and behold, it was not a corn to be.

Told this to my sis and the ensuing exchange turned out to be a tad typically dry.

Me - It is not a corn. I treated it in the wrong manner.
Sis - So what is it?
Me - It is a viral wart.
Sis - What?
Me - A wart. I think the wart must be thinking, 'What? She thought I was a corn? I'm a wart!'
Sis - Whatever... Hahaha

I have no idea why I am blogging on a wart. My first wart (therefore the misadeventure in self-diagnosis) which really looks quite disgusting. It is dry and hard and was rather painful. But it will receive the best treatment possible in Melbourne. Since I have paid for my student medical insurance. Doctor's care and liquid nitrogen. It shall die once and for all!

 

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Blogger Unknown Says:

you're waiting till you get back to melbourne to treat your 'corn'?!??!?! i hope i doesn't get much worse till then cause as you said, it's disgusting. or disgusting-looking at the very least. =X can't wait to see you when we're both back in melb. rar. i'm melbourne-sick.

 

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