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Ms. Limps-A-Lot

Alright, It's about time I let the whole world know about my foot saga. Telling someone you have a wart on the bottom of your foot isn't one of the most attractive things I'd like to tell anyone about. The story begins at the beginning of summer around June, I suppose. I started having pain on my left foot on the part right below the toes(I can't think of the proper name). It looked like maybe a sliver of some sort had infested my foot. I tried to get it out with a needle which didn't work and resorted to almost passing out with my grandma laughing at me all along the way. I let it be and when school started again I started telling people about the pain. Someone told me it could possibly be a planters wart. I googled it and found out that is what it was. GREAAAAATTT. I treated it with medicine, no luck. I then froze it off, no luck. I gave up. I had mom call the doctor. So Friday my lovely mother took me to the doctor. After crying, a shot in my foot, and the doctor removing the wart with a knife, it was over. He put acid on it to make sure it was all gone and I was on my way. Once the numbing wore off, pain followed. I have spent most of my weekend on the couch and will probably be there again tomorrow. I can't walk normally and all I do is limp. Therefore, this is the story of Ms. Limps-a-lot.

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