Ingrown Toenails
We all have our little idiosyncrasies that set us apart from others. This story describes one of my idiosyncrasies that puts me clear out there in outer space.
Ingrown Toenails
When I reached 40 years of age, I started having trouble with ingrown toenails. About once a month, I would have to get the tools out and pull those ingrown nails. I got to looking at some of the nails I pulled out and they were kind of interesting shapes. I got to thinking about it and I decided that those nails were part of my body and I was throwing part of myself away every time one of them hit the trash. So, I decided to start an ingrown toenail collection and save my body parts for future destinations. I had an old plastic slip together cigarette package cover and I started keeping them in there. Every time I pulled one out, for the next fifteen years, it went into the container. My daughter, Tamara, and I were rummaging through our dresser drawers one day and we found the container of ingrown toenails. She asked me what was in the container and I explained it to her. She was a little flabbergasted and then she asked me if I would will them to her. I felt elated that I had found a destination for those parts of my body that seemed like trash to every one else. I put a note in the container and I am satisfied the ingrown toenails will be well taken care of in the future.
All you psychologists out there tell me if this thing I have with nails was caused by the rocking chair event (see previous The Rocking Chair blog) in which I saw the doctor throw the tip of my finger with the nail on it in the trash after attempts to reattach had failed. Or perhaps it was the result of finding the toes in the boot and later seeing a dog eat them. (See The Toes blog). You doctors of phycology should develop some interesting theories on this one. I need some feed back on this.
Ingrown toenail collection in plastic cigarette case.
A small sampling of the ingrown toenail collection.
Thanks for reading Ingrown Toenails,
Hawg Jaw Bill