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Monday, September 04, 2006

A Corn Popper....


This is what I have become this week. I have become the proud owner of a corn.
This picture is not of my actual corn....I wasn't ambitious enough to take a picture of my own. But this is a picture of a corn I found on a website when I was trying to determine exactly what this huge, red, oozing, painful thing that has taken up residence on my middle toe of my right foot. I have never, in my life, had a corn before. And I am hope this is the last time.

Those of you that know me well, know that I am "picker"--I love to pick zits, blackheads, in grown hairs, anything that has some what of a rewarding expulsion. It has taken me a good part of my 35 years of existence to take ownership of this. Luckily for my husband, he has strong boundaries against anyone else picking his blemishes. He has never allowed me to pick any ripe ones on his back, and believe me, I have asked and have even thought maybe I could get away with this while he is sleeping. But then I remember he sleeps much lighter than myself and that would be an awfully rude awakening.

So this corn has presented me with a wide range of emotions in the realm of picking. First of all, in my research, I discovered that a corn is a callus that is so thick that the body has decided it is a foreign body and has begun the process of rejecting it. They are usually caused by pressure--shoes that are too tight, etc. That, I guess, is where the oozing comes in...and my overwhelming desire to squeeze the hell out of it. The first few times it has been rather rewarding. A substance comes out like I have never encountered from my body, a clear gel. Not mucus but more like a jelly. It was exciting at first, but now I find it just to be a bit of a let down. I keep hoping for the ultimate explosion. It looks so big...I just think that there has got to be something else good in there.

Depressionista shares my love of "picking". We had a "girls night" recently and she just had to witness a "popping of the corn". Like me, I think she found it to be interesting at first but then there was a let down. Depressionista and I took a trip to one of the local Targets and purchased some corn removal stuff. I have no idea if this stuff will work but it smells caustic, like it could eat through my foot if I happened to get a drop too much on it. It has been a couple of days since I started the "treatment". A looks a little smaller and I guess eventually it is just suppose to fall off.

My advice to anyone who ends up with a corn would probably be to "leave it alone" as my mother would have said to me if she would have seen me baring down on the thing. But I really dont think you have truly lived until you have had a corn...or at least you have been living and wearing bad shoes....I gotta go check for more oozing...




3 Comments:

At 2:57 PM, Blogger Depressionista said...

Hey there,
I loved this post! Please keep me updated on the status of the corn. You're right, it was interesting at first but then a letdown because damn, that thing is big and nasty and looks like there should be an ultimate payoff of some sort. Maybe it will be cool when it falls off. Maybe you can keep it in a little silver box engraved with "My First Corn."

Thanks for the laugh today...I hope you keep writing!

 
At 2:58 PM, Blogger Depressionista said...

And oh yeah, I really liked the title of your post too...

 
At 8:43 PM, Blogger Tingle said...

Love the title, too, but as a non-picker, I'm on the verge of gagging... now praying I never, ever get a corn...

 

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