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So this is a story, and when you read it you might not understand how it relates to mental health or anxiety, so if you do happen to not understand, keep reading, I'll explain everything.
This is a rant, and it's first world problem, and it's pretty cringy, so prepare.
It all starts around a year ago.
I've had a toenail surgery because of an ingrown toenail.
The anesthesia shots were very painful(the doctor dished them out like I was cattle), he didn't wait for each shot to start numbing the area a little before giving the next one, but I powered through.
About a year later, my toenail fully regrown, but I managed to fuck up and cause another ingrown toenail and got another surgery. Again, hurt like hell, and after this surgery is when the anxiety started to kick in.
I can't emphasize enough - this doctor was VERY BAD at giving anesthesia shots.
So anyway, the rest of this new nail that grew looked weird, a part of it was slightly raised and split, but I thought nothing of it.
Apparently I contracted a fungus during recovery. I never had any kind of fungus so I had no idea. I just thought it's a weird toenail anomaly.
About a month later this split in the nail caused one side to grow in, forcing me to yet another surgery.
On the one hand I was terrified about going to this doctor again(the only surgeon in the clinic near where I live), but on the other hand I was also terrified of the ingrown toenail. I was never so afraid or terrified or anxious about such a thing, and I experienced it before.
So I ended up getting an emergency referal from my family doctor to another clinic that would accept me the same day if I bring a referal.
So yeah, I was both terrified and relieved that I'm going to get this over with. I didn't even give any thought to the fungus situation.
So I get there, and BOY HOWDY did things go much better than last time.
I was dreading the anesthesia shots so much, and I was like holding my breath as the surgeon gave me the first one, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did the last time I had a surgery. I was flabbergasted.
Also, he waited between each shot so it wouldn't hurt as much. He ended up giving me more shots and it took more time because he waited for the first ones to work before continuing, but the experience was way less traumatic for it and I was so thanfkul.
Anyway, this whole ordeal is over, I had like 1/4 of my toenail removed. I go home for recovery.
You'd expect I'd be waaay less anxious now, but not only did I stay anxious about the state of my nails, I also started being anxious about the toenail fungus.
After a while I found myself obsessing over any little pain or discomfort in my nails, especially my toenails.
For example: I cut the toenail on my other foot a little wrong, a little too rounded and short, and immediately started panicking over it. It's been a month since, and I still obsess and worry over it. Worrying it'll become ingrown and I'll have to get another surgery, and that while recovering it might contract the fungus from the other toenail even though it's getting treated with anti-fungals.
Every single little thing, every little pain or discomfort causes anxiety and fear.
I've also been deathly afraid of my fungus getting worse, of me not being able to visit relatives for the weeked because I couldn't use their shower from the fear of getting THEM infected. I even thought about thing like 'how could I manage a relationship with this, how could I let a girl sleep and shower at my place when I have this condition?'.
So yeah.
This has been a very awful time for me. I'm very miserable.
I started taking clonazepam due to not being able to sleep some nights from anxiety and panicked thoughts about ingrown toenails and toenail fungus.
Sorry you had to read through that, but I really needed to vent.
This is a rant, and it's first world problem, and it's pretty cringy, so prepare.
It all starts around a year ago.
I've had a toenail surgery because of an ingrown toenail.
The anesthesia shots were very painful(the doctor dished them out like I was cattle), he didn't wait for each shot to start numbing the area a little before giving the next one, but I powered through.
About a year later, my toenail fully regrown, but I managed to fuck up and cause another ingrown toenail and got another surgery. Again, hurt like hell, and after this surgery is when the anxiety started to kick in.
I can't emphasize enough - this doctor was VERY BAD at giving anesthesia shots.
So anyway, the rest of this new nail that grew looked weird, a part of it was slightly raised and split, but I thought nothing of it.
Apparently I contracted a fungus during recovery. I never had any kind of fungus so I had no idea. I just thought it's a weird toenail anomaly.
About a month later this split in the nail caused one side to grow in, forcing me to yet another surgery.
On the one hand I was terrified about going to this doctor again(the only surgeon in the clinic near where I live), but on the other hand I was also terrified of the ingrown toenail. I was never so afraid or terrified or anxious about such a thing, and I experienced it before.
So I ended up getting an emergency referal from my family doctor to another clinic that would accept me the same day if I bring a referal.
So yeah, I was both terrified and relieved that I'm going to get this over with. I didn't even give any thought to the fungus situation.
So I get there, and BOY HOWDY did things go much better than last time.
I was dreading the anesthesia shots so much, and I was like holding my breath as the surgeon gave me the first one, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did the last time I had a surgery. I was flabbergasted.
Also, he waited between each shot so it wouldn't hurt as much. He ended up giving me more shots and it took more time because he waited for the first ones to work before continuing, but the experience was way less traumatic for it and I was so thanfkul.
Anyway, this whole ordeal is over, I had like 1/4 of my toenail removed. I go home for recovery.
You'd expect I'd be waaay less anxious now, but not only did I stay anxious about the state of my nails, I also started being anxious about the toenail fungus.
After a while I found myself obsessing over any little pain or discomfort in my nails, especially my toenails.
For example: I cut the toenail on my other foot a little wrong, a little too rounded and short, and immediately started panicking over it. It's been a month since, and I still obsess and worry over it. Worrying it'll become ingrown and I'll have to get another surgery, and that while recovering it might contract the fungus from the other toenail even though it's getting treated with anti-fungals.
Every single little thing, every little pain or discomfort causes anxiety and fear.
I've also been deathly afraid of my fungus getting worse, of me not being able to visit relatives for the weeked because I couldn't use their shower from the fear of getting THEM infected. I even thought about thing like 'how could I manage a relationship with this, how could I let a girl sleep and shower at my place when I have this condition?'.
So yeah.
This has been a very awful time for me. I'm very miserable.
I started taking clonazepam due to not being able to sleep some nights from anxiety and panicked thoughts about ingrown toenails and toenail fungus.
Sorry you had to read through that, but I really needed to vent.
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