I don’t have many vanities. However, I do think my feet are pretty good.
That vanity changed for me last night, though, when I had to have part of my toenail removed in response to apparently diabetes-driven ingrown toenails.
It’s not enough that I’m fat and masculine or asexual looking. My one girlie vanity is going to be stolen away too, bit by bit.
The attending wasn’t pleased that I wouldn’t let her do a nail-ectomy (or whatevayacallit). However, having completed my first partial nail removal, I can see she did a hack job. I’m glad I decided to wait for the professional.
While I will be thrilled to be out of pain in the short term, I am not looking forward to having my one vanity tajen away. This, too, shall pass, eventually. The death of vanity, though, is a very (emotionally) painful thing.