In the left side of the big toe of my right foot, I can feel it digging.
Sometimes it’s surprising how sharp the edge of the nail gets. Like an icicle, or a toothpick, stabbing randomly after every step.
I sterilize the nail clippers and a pair of nail scissors with hot water, which is more of a gesture. The first move is to pull the skin away from the point of the nail. It doesn’t hurt; the toe’s long been numb. The nerve endings can’t seem to endure an ingrown nail for long. I find the edge of the nail and press the clipper. My one hope as the clipper clicks together and something hits the bottom of the sink is that I’m just cutting nail.
In other news, the snow is finally gone.