Don't look if feet gross you out

That was the best way I could think of to warn people.

On Friday, I finally got tired of messing with this thing on my ankle. I am a picker, It is in my genes. My dad is the expert, he taught me everything I know. I would make a great esthetician, or dermatologist, or nurse in a burn unit. I just...can't leave things alone. 

I know, this post is getting a lot grosser than I had planned.
It's okay if you need to hit the 'back' button now.

But, I am the master of splinter removal! I wield tweezers like Bobby Flay wields a knife! Anyway, I got this nice little sucker removed on Friday. In my defense, I hadn't messed with it in almost a month and it kept growing and getting weirder....

Now it looks like this:

I get my stitches removed and my pathology report by Monday. Oh, and you know I was watching front and center while they sliced that thing off. It was the highlight of my day.