Persephone
07-17-2012, 02:08 PM
I was in my office, probably reading this forum, and somehow, I really don't know how, my left thumbnail hit something -- hard -- and ripped off of my nailbed.
I wasn't very detail oriented at the time. I didn't even realized the entire nail had been ripped loose. All I knew was that it hurt! Big time!
I jumped up, knocking my chair back onto the floor, grabbed my thumb, wimpered a lot, and ran to the freezer for an icepack.
When I examined it there was a corner of the nail that was now resting on top of my cuticle instead of under it.
I was paniced. What if I'd destroyed my cuticle? What if my nail never grew back properly ever again?
Decided I'd better go to Urgent Care. Maybe they could save my cuticle.
I wasn't dressed en femme at the moment and debated throwing on a top and shorts, but that would have required a shave, makeup, hair, etc. and I figured saving my poor dear cuticle outweighed my appearance at the doctors.
So we roared off to the docs.
The doctor turned out to be a very nice young man, built a bit like a brick refrigerator, with a little goatee and a delightfully cheery disposition.
He looked my acrylic covered nail over and said "I'm afraid that's going to have to come off."
He said something about the acrylic and I said, "I've had 'em that way for fifteen years."
He said, "And this is the first time this has happened to you?"
When I said yes, he said, "I'm amazed! I've had other patents, mostly women, who've had it happen and I surprised that after fifteen years this is the first time it has happend to you."
He proceeded to inject a local anesthetic into my thumb, after which he left for a few minutes while the anesthetic kicked in.
When he came back I said, "You've been very professional, but I know you may be personally curious about my nails."
He said, "I may be, but it isn't any of my business."
"Well," I said, "I appreciate that, but I feel I should satisfy your curiousity. I'm transgendered."
"Ah," he said, "That would explain. I'm part Pacific Islander and out there we have a lot of different kinds of people and we believe its all cool."
We went on to banter a bit about all sorts of subjects as he yanked off my nail and finished up.
I told him I'd look for him again the next time I did something stupid. He said he'd look forward to it.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/NineNails.jpg
Hugs,
Persephone.
I wasn't very detail oriented at the time. I didn't even realized the entire nail had been ripped loose. All I knew was that it hurt! Big time!
I jumped up, knocking my chair back onto the floor, grabbed my thumb, wimpered a lot, and ran to the freezer for an icepack.
When I examined it there was a corner of the nail that was now resting on top of my cuticle instead of under it.
I was paniced. What if I'd destroyed my cuticle? What if my nail never grew back properly ever again?
Decided I'd better go to Urgent Care. Maybe they could save my cuticle.
I wasn't dressed en femme at the moment and debated throwing on a top and shorts, but that would have required a shave, makeup, hair, etc. and I figured saving my poor dear cuticle outweighed my appearance at the doctors.
So we roared off to the docs.
The doctor turned out to be a very nice young man, built a bit like a brick refrigerator, with a little goatee and a delightfully cheery disposition.
He looked my acrylic covered nail over and said "I'm afraid that's going to have to come off."
He said something about the acrylic and I said, "I've had 'em that way for fifteen years."
He said, "And this is the first time this has happened to you?"
When I said yes, he said, "I'm amazed! I've had other patents, mostly women, who've had it happen and I surprised that after fifteen years this is the first time it has happend to you."
He proceeded to inject a local anesthetic into my thumb, after which he left for a few minutes while the anesthetic kicked in.
When he came back I said, "You've been very professional, but I know you may be personally curious about my nails."
He said, "I may be, but it isn't any of my business."
"Well," I said, "I appreciate that, but I feel I should satisfy your curiousity. I'm transgendered."
"Ah," he said, "That would explain. I'm part Pacific Islander and out there we have a lot of different kinds of people and we believe its all cool."
We went on to banter a bit about all sorts of subjects as he yanked off my nail and finished up.
I told him I'd look for him again the next time I did something stupid. He said he'd look forward to it.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/NineNails.jpg
Hugs,
Persephone.