not so toe-riffic ...

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OK ... if you don't get it by now, this will not be a pretty post. Sheesh! Sometimes you just have to pound it in! LOL

This is my right big toe.

It is angry and red. It is inflamed. It is infected. It is yucky. It is nasty.

It has an ingrown nail. Part of which must be ripped out of my toe ... once the infection is gone. You see, the infection, according to the foot doc, would neutralize the topical painkiller — lydicaine. Yep, even if he shot me up with the painkiller, it would still hurt like hell.

So now I have oral surgery to remove two teeth with extremely long roots, including one falling-apart wisdom tooth, on Monday. On Feb. 1, I get a part of a toenail yanked out of me.

I think Jenn is right: 37 is NOT being nice to me. Bleah.

Well, let's accentuate the positives.

• As grainne noted to me, it will mean I can wear flip-flops or sandals into the office. I really don't like wearing shoes, especially for any length of time. I prefer to wear flip-flops (yore' — pronounced dzo-ree in Chamorro) or go barefoot. Socks and shoes are just so ... enclosing. I like the feel of the air on my feet. LOL

There was a point in college when I only wore shoes on specific occasions — fancy nights out and when playing basketball. I wore yore' everywhere else, including church. Hey ... give me some credit ... I wore the GOOD yore' to Mass — The Scott's! LOL ... hmm ... I know my online malle' will get that one if no one else does!

In fact, for a good part of the time, I went completely barefoot, even in winter in Nebraska if it wasn't TOO cold. I could walk over gravel with no problem, the bottom of my feet were so callused. LOL

I used to wear yore' — and good yore' — into the office ... but once I took on my new job, a higher level of dress code was required. *sigh* ... I really don't like wearing shoes for long stretches of time.

• Things have got to improve ... right? I mean, come on!

If the year continues like this, you will have one very depressed DZER on your hands! Seriously! I really need this year to break out of the Spiral of Seriously Shitty Suckitude.

• Things could always be worse, right? I mean it's some teeth and a toenail. It's not like I have internal organ issues, serious ailments or diseases. But I wouldn't be me if I wasn't complaining a bit. Heh.

• Although my new cell phone — and I got a little bit of an upgrade (somewhat) — still doesn't work at home, I've been assured that there are cell boosters in place and that they will be activated within the next month or so, which should give me reliable service here on the homefront. It does look a little more snazzy that the other one, don'tcha think?

And, once I figure out all of the features that I DO have on the phone, and learn how to use them, well, I will have one really cool phone to use and with full service ... in a month or so. LOL

Random Guam Fact Of The Day:
• I'll use oh so wonderful's suggestion — there are two kinds of food "hot" in Chamorro culture. "Pika" means hot in terms of spiciness, such has chile peppers. "Maipe" means hot as in Papa Bear's porridge was too hot. Hmm ... was it Papa Bear's that was too hot? Or was it Mama Bear's? LOL