I had the most amazing experience this morning.
But, let's back up. About a month and a half ago, I stepped on some graphite from a mechanical pencil that Abraham had left out in his room. It really killed. When I went to take it out, the top broke off in my hand. I tried to get it out with tweezers, no luck. I tried basically every imaginable way to get it out. As far as I could go in my foot, the graphite was still there. I could only scrape at the tip of it (which I could see), but that didn't solve anything.
I also tried to ignore it, but that didn't work. I had no idea how long it was, but it wasn't coming out on it's own. I finally gave in and went to the doctor in preparation for a weekend in NY that was going to require a lot of walking. The foot doctor wasn't really that helpful. She also scratched at it until it hurt, and then told me to get an x-ray to see how long it was. That sounded like surgery prep. I didn't like it. So I tried the "ignore approach" again. It didn't work. My foot was getting sore all over because I was walking on it funny, and I started to think about a life devoid of serious exercise, and probably lots of back pain. Thankfully, however, it didn't ever get infected.
Weeks passed, and I went to a nice relief society activity. Long story short, I happened to mention to my RS pres about my predicament. She told me about PRID!
My take away lessons? Going to the doctor may or may not be helpful, but going to Relief Society definitely is. And use PRID.
