My ingrown toenail is slowly getting better because my aunt filed it in the center which reduced the pressure (thanks Aunty Carole).  After a couple of days the swelling reduced enough for me to be able to touch it without crying out in pain.  So out came the big guns… matches and a needle.  I struck a match and shoved that needle into the flame attempting to make it somewhat sterilized.  I braced myself and pushed that pin into the skin beside my toenail.  That didn’t hurt as mush as I expected so while I was feeling brave I gave my big toe an all mighty squeeze.  Well the result made my husband feel physically ill and I have to admit my stomach started doing flips. Pus exploded out of that needle puncture and erupted out from under my nail to ooze all over my toe. After a couple more squeezes I filled up a bucket with warm salty water and shoved my foot in.  Yep… here was the pain.  I must have plunged my toe right in a clump of undissolved salt because that toe of mine was stinging like I’d shoved it into a hive of bees.  Oh well, no pain no gain and all that jazz.  I’m just glad my toe is looking a little more like a normal toe, still quite ugly but I can blame my mother for that one.  You should see her toes… UGLY!