The story of the Big Toe

So some of you may know I've been battling an ingrown toenail for sometime. (5 months). Like most medical issues of mine I decide to watch it for awhile and hope that it will go away on its own. When it flared up again last weekend and got infected and my Dr. husband was telling me to go to the ER, I decided it might be time to do something about it. So I made an appointment on Wednesday to get some antibiotics from the FP clinic. While there, the Dr. recommended that I should get it "cut out" right then and so I let them do it. Well, a tech did it I should say and the procedure was well, disgusting and painful. Numb the toe cut down the side of the nail, yank the offending portion out (and I mean yank), and cauterize the tissue. So that was that. She sent me home with no pain meds and some antibiotics. A few minutes into the 25 minute drive home, I started feeling the pain. I started driving faster. I started hitting the steering wheel. I turned up the music, (anything to distract me), I started telling Jake, Man this hurts buddy! He kept reminding me "Were almost home". Luckily I had saved the 800 mg Motrin from having Cole. So I immediately took one. It finally started taking the edge off almost two hours later!!
I limped around for a day and tried to think it was getting better. Friday night I was up half the night writhing in pain and soaking my foot hoping for some relief. I slept through soccer games yesterday morning (Jared had to take the kids). I finally got up and moving and told myself it looked better. Then I finally through in the towel after lunch and told Jared "I think I am going to the ER". He had suggested this several times already. I couldn't deal with the pain any longer. 800 mg motrin was doing nothing at this point! The ER Dr. took one look at my toe and said "I can see why 800 Mg. Motrin is doing nothing for you, you need something way stronger!" They renumbed the toe (more shots- oh goody, goody). Then proceeded to scrape vigorously away at all the infected skin to get it to open up and drain so it would stop festering and throbbing. It took four different shots to numb the toe, two directly in the infected area. At this point I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and cry for my mom, but somehow I hung in there. After two Dervaset (narcotics:)!), and rewrapping my toe, and four hours later....I returned home to my family. Jared had dinner on the table, and all 5 children were happy. (He's a better mom then me sometimes)--He has been awesome through this whole ordeal.
After being home for a little over an hour it hit me just how worn out I was. I was nursing Cole and the room started to feel as though it was floating around me, my arms became week (I think from tensing them so much in the ER in pain), and I could barely yell up to Jared to please come get the baby, because I had to go to bed right then. 7:00pm! 13 hours later with a few nursing breaks, I finally felt human enough to get up.
After giving birth and this whole ordeal, I am ready to be done with pain for awhile. At one point I think I even muttered the words "This is as bad as end stage labor", something I never thought I would have to say! So now if you see me coming and going you'll know why I have a blue wrapping around my Big Toe!! This was taken this morning and is actually a huge improvement from yesterday!