Warts and All

So I've got a bit of an overshare for you all today, but I promise there's a baseball component. You see, in the past 48 hours I've developed a new-found respect for pitchers who complain about blisters.

It always kind of struck me as a suck-it-up kind of injury. A pitcher would complain about blisters on his hand and all of a sudden he'd have to come out of the game. "Really?!" I'd want to ask, "he had to come out for that?"

Well, I've had a baptism by fire in the world of finger blisters the past 48 hours, owing to the "removal" of two warts on my right hand. I put "removal" in scare quotes because the warts are still very much there, they just now come accompanied by two extremely painful blisters.

There are two ways, it seems, to remove a wart. The first way they try is to freeze them off. Freezing the spot of the wart creates a blister that causes it to scab over, allowing the owner of the wart to pick it off just as you'd pick off a scab (in theory at least, nothing's scabbed over for me yet). If the freeze/scab technique doesn't work, I want to say the next approach involves electrocution... let's avoid that if we can. 

In any event, it's the kind of procedure that gives little in the way of short-term gratification. I hadn't had warts since I was very young, and I seem to have forgotten that these things don't just disappear overnight.

In my mind I was going to be wart-free immediately after the procedure... not the case. I'm still waiting for any sign of progress, but as I wait I have a regular reminder of the process any time I touch anything with my thumb or middle finger.

Time will tell if these blisters actually lead to the intended result. But I suppose that if nothing else, they've given me an appreciation for the perils of hand blisters that I'll remember the next time one of our guys has to come out of a game because of one.

Overshare? Sorry.

- A.F.O.M.G.