I put it off for a year and it seemed just to get worse. It got so bad that it hurt every time I walked. I did complain to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, but she only insisted that I go see a doctor. It is easy for her to say when it is not her $200.
Being a certified Pennsylvania Dutchman, $200 is a lot of money. Trying to get $200 out of a Pennsylvania Dutchman is about as close to suicide as anybody wants to get. I tried to think of how I could deal with my toe without going to that money hungry doctor.
Several weeks ago, I happened to overhear somebody say that they had a badly infected toenail. It caught my attention because it was the condition of my toe at the time. Instead of going to the doctor, this woman went and had a pedicure, which took care of her damaged toe.
I really did not know what a pedicure was; just that it was some kind of a woman thing. As a man, I had no interest in involving myself in anything that could be classified as a woman thing. However, my toe would not quit hurting.
I pondered this subject for a couple of weeks. During that time, my toe got worse and it was more painful to walk. Of course, my wife kept asking how my toe was and I deferred telling her the truth. There was no way I was going to go to a doctor and hand over to him $200 of my hard-earned money.
I thought to myself, “Self, maybe you should try the pedicure.”
Myself thought it was a good idea and so I drove over to where they did pedicures. I sat in my truck for a few minutes looking at the Nail Salon where they did pedicures. While I was watching, my toe kept hurting.