Poor, poor Darby. She's such a good girl, but she gets so disrespected by life sometimes. In first grade it was ringworm of the scalp, which gave her a bald spot in the middle of her head for six months. In second grade it was a broken leg, which was seven weeks of unpleasantness (in a two-story school with NO elevator). Third grade brought us head lice (well, Darby anyway, Shelby and I were fortunate to escape), which was as terrible as it sounds. In the summer before fourth grade she got her head crapped on by a bird, but we didn't have anything to clean it out with, so she had to wait until we walked a mile, literally, before there were facilities for her to use to clean her hair. I think fifth grade was serious incident free, but sixth grade has seen chicken pox in the first half, and now... warts. Yum.
Darby approached me late last week saying her foot hurt. I took a look, and there was a large callous-like bump, but that looked like it could have been a wart. It got quite worse since then, so we went to the doctor today, and sure enough, she has a big giant wart, and two smaller ones. Fantastic.
So she got to experience having a portion of the wart cut off after a mild local anesthesia. She also got to experience having liquid nitrogen applied to her foot (though there was a fun aspect of that... afterward the doctor let her pour it on the floor to watch it evaporate... neat!). But it's not over. We have to use a home-based treatment for a couple weeks before going back to the doctor for at least one more, but possibly two more treatments before the big one is totally gone. Oh what fun!
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