First world problems continue, as I was finally able to make an appointment for the weekend with a podiatrist local to my home to take care of an increasingly painful ingrown toenail. The fellow local to my office is out through next Thursday, and this won't wait another week. Just have to play through the pain in the meantime. They didn't have problems like this in the olden days, you know. They probably just filed down toenails or chopped the toes off. I'm such a wuss. But at least I haven't been made into a gif like these 600-year-old manuscript pictures or vintage photos from 100 years ago. thanks, io9!