That was almost two weeks ago, and the scrape is not fine. In fact, according to Tara, it is not healed and slightly red and puffy. When she told me that this morning alarm bells started going off in my head. We've done investigative reports on the horrible bacteria that can be found at nail salons, and how people have gotten ill, and lost toes because of the infections they have gotten. I told her to go to the doctor immediately. I even used CAPS to text my advice. She was unmoved.
Tara: I think its a little infected but not that bad.I let it go then, because if there is one thing I know about Tara it is that harping on something you want her to do means she definitely won't do it. I know that because I am the exact same way. However, a little later my new found Mom side collided with my perpetual bossy side. Oh, and my sarcastic side chimed in too.
Libby: Go to the doctor. Don't mess with staph. I am SO not kidding. Can't you just go to Instacare?
Tara: I'm sure its not staph infection. There are many, many kinds of infections that are not staph. I don't have that. Plus it would take all day
Libby: Well, at least I can call you stumpy later.
Libby: Did your foot fall off yet?Now, we are at an impasse. I keep picturing the horrible agony awaiting Tara if she doesn't see a doctor about her foot,
Tara: Not yet. I figure if that happens I'll save money on shoes.
Libby: Killing me.
Tara: I can also shoplift shoes from Nordstrom Rack.
Libby: Keep it up, funny girl.
Tara: And also I could get a parrot.
Libby: You can have my Mom's. But you have to take the pigeon too.
Tara: There is no literary precedent for a pigeon.
Libby: There are no pirates who lost feet to pedicures.
Tara: That you KNOW OF.
Libby: Yeah, Captain Ahab just wanted his hands to look nice.
and she keeps picturing the horrible agony awaiting me if I don't stop bothering her about it. I can't really decide who's
agony will be worse.
Either way I guess I'll have something to blog about.