Maybe I'll just cut it off
So, long story short, there may or may not be an itty, bitty piece of glass in my foot. It doesn't really hurt, but it itches like hell. And the red around it is spreading in a weird stripe. And I've tried to dig it out, but I'm a total wimp at gouging myself with needles, and it's not like I can see what I'm poking around for -- it's glass. So I think I need to have this looked at by a professional, but I don't have a normal doctor in the city, just a gynecologist. And this isn't really an emergency room situation. Don't they reserve that for gunshot wounds and stabbings and people having heart attacks or similarly dire situations? So I'm not sure what to do, and I wish I didn't have to figure it out on my own. As Meredith put it on Grey's Anatomy once, "When did we become grown-ups, and when does it stop?" So I think I might just cut my foot off. That would warrant a trip to the emergency room, any way. But if I only had one foot, what would I do with all the cute shoes I own? I don't think they'd fit a peg leg.