Weirdly enough, of all the things I’ve blogged about since 2012, I’m most famous for writing about having a pedicure. I don’t know if it’s because there are a lot of people out there who, like me, are ticklish to the point of discomfort, or the world is full of people with foot fetishes, but regardless, apparently it’s something the general public wants to read about.
So after 7 years, I’m back to tell another tale of a pedicure gone awry. It all went down this morning. I took a seat in the pedicure chair at my local nail place. Everything was going fine until it was time for the filing-down-of-the-rough-skin-on-the-soles-of-my-feet part. I told my nail tech, like I always do, how much I hated that part but that she should do it anyway and could she please be careful and do it fast and somehow not make things too horrible for me.
She got down to business and I assumed my natural position–every muscle clenched, both hands covering my face as I tuck my chin down into my chest and wait for the awfulness to be over. Usually, every ten seconds or so I grunt or make some kind of inappropriate noise because I just need to release the discomfort somehow. It was no big deal, just the way I do it.
I guess not everyone there thought it was no big deal because some woman getting a manicure, who clearly was not into minding her own beeswax, said, “I should really be YouTubing you doing that.” I really didn’t know how to respond and kind of gave her an uncomfortable half-smile. Then she said, “Why would you even GET a pedicure if you hate it so much?” So now I have to explain my life choices to this lady and I just said, “Um, I like them except for this part.” She finally let me be.
I was also getting a manicure at this appointment, which I can handle much better, but things continued to go downhill. First, I was sitting next to this other woman who was getting her acrylic nails redone, and I couldn’t help but overhear her nail tech say, “What is that under the nail right there? A bruise? No, I think it’s a fungus.” Believe me, as horrified as I was to hear this, I think the woman herself was ten times more horrified than I was because, due to our proximity, she knew it was impossible for me NOT to hear that. And it was almost impossible for me to refrain from saying, “There’s a fungus among us!” But I controlled myself. No worries.
As I’m thinking about this woman’s fungus and listening to her discussing it with her nail tech, my own nail tech nicks me near the cuticle and I start bleeding a tad. She was all, “I’m so sorry!” and honestly I don’t really care because it happens. But THEN she proceeds to PUT HER BARE FINGER ON TOP OF THE NICK. No gloves. No gauze. Nothing. I guess she was trying to stop the bleeding? I mean, yeah, I’m kind of germaphobe, but this was bananas.
I reassured her I was fine and got her finger off me. She continued to do the manicure, of course, but I couldn’t help thinking: Maybe the best thing for a little cut is NOT drenching it in toxic chemicals before the blood has even clotted? And then this fungus situation next to me–could THAT be contagious with an openish cut?
Ugh, the whole appointment was mentally exhausting.