When the doctor asked me yesterday if instead of freezing off the warts on my feet I’d rather go through a ‘treatment’ so that I’d never get them again, I should have asked whether or not that ‘treatment’ was getting injections in the bottoms of my feet because I might have taken more time to consider than two second it took me to yell out, “Hells yeah, sign me up!” and then high five the nurse.
Though to be fair, the throbbing pain I experienced today in both of my feet did not stop me from throwing on my fluffiest pair of slipper to hobble over to the froyo place because sometimes all a girl wants for dinner is a giant bowl of frozen salted caramel yogurt.
UPDATE: It was bad enough that I was hobbling around, but it appears as if I have pulled several muscles in my crotchal area from “compensating” for walking with giant swells on each of my feet. Falling apart, people! I’m falling apart!