true story: reaching for a pan under the kitchen counter, finger raked the back of the door front. drove a wood splinter to the bottom of the middle finger nail. could see it. was shorter than the nail was long.
went to a local doctor in a box. they didn't take my insurance. damn them!
went to a local CVS. local counter girl helped me pick a sharp pointed tweezers. she couldn't get it out. she tried while i stood there all teary eyed.
damn it all!
cut the nail back to the quick. still couldn't reach it. gettin' stirred up now!
gave up. will go to the grave like this, and so be it.
low and behold majic happened. the nail kept growing.
the old piece of plywood sliver began to move forward. that is outward.
about two weeks later and i grabbed it with the tweezers procured from CVS and snatched it out.
damn those people that wouldn't take my insurance to hell!
