Visions of warts being burned off, frozen off, cut off, or taken off in any form what so ever were all put to rest today when the doctor whipped out a bottle of brown fluid to apply to Marianna's fingers.
Wart polish. No, that's not the technical name, but it is the one Marianna coined for this no-pain-involved wart treatment. In fact, I think Marianna would go for some wart polish every day if it were up to her. She loved the entire experience, from the waiting room, to the looking at weird pictures of infected toe nails in the exam room, to the procedure itself. She laughed, smiled, and joked her way through the visit Nathan and I had been dreading for months.
Now to the big question. Will it work? So far the warts look completely unchanged. The doctor told me that blisters would form on top of the warts, but as of bed time, no blisters. Which leads me to reevaluate the last sentences of my original post:
But one thing is sure. When we arrive home, the warts will be gone!
Evidently, the one thing I was for sure about was not something I should have staked such surety in! I do hope that something happens eventually. Yes I'm glad that there wasn't any pain, but I'm also hoping that the wart polish has more effect than a placebo!
I'll keep you posted. Something I know many of you were keeping those fingers crossed about. After all, nothing tops a good wart update.
It's time to say goodbye to the warts. We've been putting this off because of how horrible the ordeal might be for a girl who is already petrified of the doctor. I sure didn't want to do something to permanently set her over the edge in that regard. And if it was just aesthetic, I'd say, let's wait even longer. But Marianna originally only had one small wart, and then that one turned into two small warts, and now those two small warts have morphed into two rather large warts. If the trend continues, she'll be covered before long, so we are off to wart removal.
Nathan gave me a little testimonial that last time he was in the dermatologist, he heard a shriek from a small child that chilled his blood.
I'm promising her a treat for afterward, but again, Nathan offered the optimistic, "I don't think she'll care what you've promised her at the moment that needle is coming toward her finger." Thanks for that, honey.
So, it is with these strong forebodings that I am heading off to the doctor for our 2:30 appointment. Right now Marianna says she's excited, so I'm taking that as a small, albeit very small, sign that everything might go smoothly. Or maybe I'll come out looking like I've just waged war with a tiger. But one thing is sure. When we arrive home, the warts will be gone!