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Painfully true

I have this problem with toenails for quite some time now. For some reasons, they started entering my tender flesh instead of its normal outward projection. And it is painfully difficult to remove them.  Maybe that is something to do with the amount of weight I am putting on. But that’s content another story.

Same problem came again last week. It was too late to go to hospital. But the pain was unbearable. I went to a hospital across the border.

After having registered myself with Rs. 150, I waited for the ‘doctor’ to finish his business with another patient. After fifteen or so minutes, I was called in. The doctor’s room was not bigger than my kitchen or bathroom. There was a small table.  

I showed him my swollen toenail. He told me it can be removed easily. He went outside.

“I will have to do a mini-operation here,” he looked at my toes, when he came in. “It will cost you Rs. 650.”


Okay!

“Doctor, is there any other way? I don’t want you to cut my toe to remove a small piece of nail.”


He shook his head. That’s the only way, he told me. At the most I was expecting him to give me some injections to remove the nail. The deal was not working. “That means, I can’t do it,” he said. “I will prescribe some medicine...”


I just walked out, even leaving the form on his table.


At a medical shop, an old man applied some medicine. He said the nail will come out on its own just in a day.


Of course, now after a week – I can walk effortlessly.
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  1. I had the same problem a few days ago, It's a very common problem, I just soaked my foot in hotwater for some time and when the nail becomes flexible I just dig my nailcutter through the overgrown nail and cut it off. Next morning I am ok. Why pay 150+650 to make a bog problem out of a small one!

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