My badly trashed feet continued to decline, precipitating a trip to the local urgent care.  I won't go into gruesome details, but suffice it to say that the blistered areas are more inflamed and were definitely in need of professional attention.  

Apparently I hadn't given any thought that this visit might hurt....and yes sir, it did....my heart rate is still racing, and my adrenaline is still shooting through out my body....I hope that by sharing this experience a bit I can chill out!  

The doctor, who seemed really nice in the beginning, dug her q-tip around in the infected area to try and get a sample.  She then poked hard on both of them trying to make sure there was no fluid in the inflamed area.  This was followed by the nurse, who seemed really nice in the beginning too, coming in and scrubbing cleansing the wounds and then bandaging them.  At this point all is well, right?  

Absolutely not!  Yes, drop the drawers and roll over for a sharp stick in the backside of some antibiotic which he promised me I would hate even more tomorrow!  All this for self inflicted fun...

At least my pedicured toe nails look good.