We traveled in opposite directions. I had two warts on my hand just before I graduated from being a potential victim of statutory rape. The plan was to have them removed by a competent physician on the cheap while in Serbia. My future mother-in-law and future whore ex-wife were telling me that they were going to be frozen and sliced.Originally Posted by chalice
First, I was stabbed in my hand with a large needle in both spots. As they numbed, I incorrectly identified the shots as part of a freezing process. I would later realize that I was administered a local anesthetic because at some point during my time in the chair, I smelled burning flesh. I look at my hand after a long bout of averting my gaze only to meet the bone in my finger, and the doctor continued using a cauterizing tool to melt away my flesh while I fainted.
My nail has since grown in very weird, and it's a constant reminder of the trauma every time I give myself a mani. I've had a few more over the years since then and have relied on treating them myself. I wouldn't say it works that well because every half a decade they resurface at the bottom of each fourth toe.
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