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ORIGINAL: SWDesertDom

I'm out in the field in the Army, stomping around with a giant Plantar's wart that's driving me crazy.

I head to the medics, to see what can be done (after trying ordinary wart removal techniques for months). The sadist PA says they'll take care of it, and hands me off to some E-3 medic, who barely knows which way the needle is supposed to point. She gives me like half a dozen painkiller shots, then discovers that she missed a spot, so more abuse from the needle is coming. Then she goes to work with a cautery pen. Of course, with enough cocaine-analogue in my foot to deaden anything, I feel nothing.

A few hours later, still stomping around in the field, the shots wear off... ow, ow, ow, ow! Now I'm out in the field, with no real access to painkillers, and nothing to do but trot around on my poor foot. I take my boot off that night, and my black sock is dripping wet, and what it's dripping with is thick and red (of course, we're out in the field for another two weeks)...

At least the damn wart hasn't come back.

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ORIGINAL: mnottertail

been there and done that.   I strongly advise against periodontal work, the fuckers are butchers and the success rate is low, my teeth would be in better shape today, had I not done it.