In other news, the partial toenail that remained after enduring various procedures and an injection started to come off over the weekend.
Sure, I could have booked my standard Monday morning pedicure with the hot toe doctor to have him remove the nail for me, providing me with more post fodder and possible photos.
But I opted to remove the toenail myself.
You may be wondering why.
I had to teach the hot toe doctor a lesson.
At my last appointment? I found out he's seeing other patients.
You might be wondering how I found out. I used my CIA skillz. When I was lead into the examination room? The paper on the table was crinkled. Someone had been in there before me. Also? There was some casting material residue on the floor. So I'm guessing it was serious.
I'm considering telling the hot toe doctor that I've taken up with someone else, too. You all know that I've already married Adam Lambert
Meanwhile . . . back to my toe because this supposed to be about me.
After I removed my toenail, new symptoms were uncovered:
There is a vaccine being developed for this, right?