Update: sick. Oh lord, I am sick! Meds bad for tummy. (X3)
Foot doesn’t hurt so bad as you’d think.
On the way to doctor now.
Holy cow, thank God it’s out! Now, it will calm down and the meds can kill the rest of the infection. Please where shoes, or at least slippers, when walking around!
Home from doctor.
Ate alittle. Stayed in. Thats a big plus.
Exact words from Doc: “Yes, *Missy, you will keep your toe, your foot and your life. So quit yer weepin”
Then holds up a scalpel. I look at it, it appeared sterile. (I know, its a germ thing)
Glanced at Ivy. Her hands went on my shoulders.
And he cuts about an 1/2 in. long effing trench in my big toe.
Take a breather here.
You good?
Ok.
Yeah, it hurt. Badly.
Now, I’ve seen some purulent crap come out of living beings. I wouldn’t ordinarily be so squeamish. But I’ve been squeamish a few days now.
Ivy grabbed the pukey pan like Doc Holiday pulling a Six gun.
And…it kept coming.
How can one toe have that much room?
No sutures. It’s gotta stay open.
So here I sit. Like Henry the 8th with a big guaze-y bandages on a propped foot. Barking orders no one cares about cause I couldn’t catch them, anyway.
More shots. A banana bag. Follow-up instructions.
I’m home.
Don’t seem to be in inordinate pain, unless I’m up.
My tummy has settled down.
Thank you all for the well wishes and crossed(toes) fingers.
*(I’m often juvenilized from medical personnel in these ways, 
)
Bless their hearts…..
E—xactly
WOOOOOOOOWWWW, it’s been a long time since we had an epic pus-draining story here on the Dope!!!
Seriously, I’m sorry you had to have the experience first-hand (first-foot?), and I’m glad you’re on the mend.
@Beckdawrek, I see plenty of posting for you, with all signs of your usual energy and verve, so I’m hoping the pain is manageable and you’re keeping food down. Please continue to tolerate the good intentions of your medical personnel until you’re as recovered as you’re going to get.
Yes..I’m feeling much much better today.
No fever.
I’m hopping around like Jerry Lewis being a ballerina.
I could walk on my heel, but it pulls my arch and hurts.
I have a few painful lymphnodes.
I’m at dialysis now. I’ll feel even better after.
The PA came over and took a look at the toe, unwrapped.
He said “Lady you are a mess!”
I told him I’ve been told that already today.
He said it looks just like it should.
Stay off it as much as possible. Take meds. Keep eating.
Yes, I’m posting. Too much? If you see a problem PM me. I will immediately withdraw.
Actually, you’re not posting enough. More Beck please!
I didn’t check content, just to see if you’re lively and about - that was and remains my primary concern. Otherwise I wouldn’t have asked you to keep on doing the boring, painful, irritating stuff so you can remain, you know, alive and kicking. Well, kicking is probably a bad idea right now ( 
) - who wants to kick with a puffy foot, or balance on a puffy foot to kick with the good foot?!
I prefer the Latin name for it, porcellus fori.
Hope you’re better soon.
Thanks for the care and concern 
You a good 'un, Mr. Lines.
I really do appreciate you and all the mods hard work.
I know I’m troublesome.
My doc called it the “great toe”.
I told him…speak for your own toe. My toe is bad, bad, bad.
I call it “went to market”.
Oh! Y’all tickle me. 
Piggy=toe.
Latin or market toe
But more strange fun stuff about the critters and folks and critterfolks around you, not badbadbad stuff happening TO you…
My lastest wild animal was an Armadillo(named Armand, cute right?)
He hung around about a month.
He was eating food(cat food) and had a bucket to live in outside the garage.
He seemed curious and friendly. Wasn’t a bother.
I told the Siamese, take a lesson thats what being good looks like.
As you probably know, Armadillos can carry leprosy.
Son-of-a-wrek diagnosed my foot as leprosy onset. I was doomed, he said. Then he pulled my ear. To see if fell off.
I reminded him Armand wouldn’t let me get any more than 3 feet from him.
I never touched him.
I think eventually he might’ve gotten friendlier.
Alas he went and dug in to hibernate or find him a women Armadillo.
And hasnt returned 
Not leprosy, just wood-on(in)-the toe.
The Lil’wrekker said “Oh, Mother, you obsess over clean floors, yet you walk around on the nasty deck and grass!”
The doctor gave me the standard and not so standard lecture on diabetic feets.
He ask, why in heck I was ever barefoot?
I told him, "Look around we’re in Arkansas, the barefoot state! 
(All feets look forward to spring)
Yep; porcellus fori means, roughly, “little pig at market” Latin. The other toes are:
porcellus domi
porcellus carnivorus
porcellus non voratus
porcellus plorans domum
Paste those into a Latin-to-English translator and see what you get.
That’s so hilarious.
I love to find out the ancient Latins called their toes Piggies.
Romans? I hope not Vulgar Latins.
Didn’t need the translator for that!
I’ve not heard or read it in Latin. What fun.