Fiery Friday

Off agin to the jolly Laser Lil, the nurse who fries my flesh every 3 weeks. I have the wart that ate Chicago on the bottom of my left heel. It's been very painful and I've had various treatments, but have now settled into the Laser Frier. This machine is used after the nurse has sliced copius of amounts of skin from my heel. She then makes me wear black glasses and a mask, while she shoots a laser at the wart. This burns it and tries the kill it, thought the blighter won't die. This week, however, the laser broke down, so she said she would but a chemical agent on to try and burn it. First she used liquid nitrogen to deaden it (ha ha) and then the agent. It hurt a bit at first, then as the day went on it got worse and worse, until Friday evening it was a-g-o-n-y. A terrible throbbing pain, each throb like a hot knife being twisted in. I know men are babies, but this did really hurt. I iced it, took pain killers, but nothing worked, and for the whole weekend I had to lay around with my foot on a cushion while it throbbed unmercifully. I also had a terrible headcold and sore throat, etc. So I didn't feel on top of the world. I had to stay home from work on Monday. While I was home I decided to have as much prayer time as I could, I'm making this a priority these days. When I was praying, I was using CARE's prayer booklet (www.care1.org) and going for it. Well, I opened up several new cans of worms with new memories, feelings, and families of demons. What a time. My brain became a pack of cards that someone threw in the air, and let them fall where they fell instead of being in order. Confusion, hallucinations, and flashbacks came flooding in for ages, together with more facial pain, and headaches. In the night, really weird, vivid dreams. Whaaaaaaaa! I also woke up for two nights, knowing I had left my new book I was reading in the nurse's office, and worrying about how to get it back. This really upset me. When I went to my car today to go to work, there the book was on the front seat. I hadn't forgotten it at all. The joys of being a multiple.