Say No To Fungus
"Knowledge is power,” it’s said…This is the reason why this presentation is essential to be one step ahead of this disease and know what causes the appearance of toenail fungus, how to detect the symptoms and how to stop the potential dominating repercussions.
The biggest advantage you’ll have is the knowledge how to fight nail fungus in perpetuity, not just mask the symptoms.
No matter what you’ve been told by now, it’s not poor hygiene that has brought this “fungus” upon you.
It could even climb to your head and trigger a dangerous brain infection…Deadly meningitis! As if severe headaches, nausea and fear of light aren’t enough, fungal meningitis could seriously alter your mental health.
A lot of people waste a large sum of money on expensive and useless gels, creams and pills hoping for their healing effect. Instead of this, they get short-term symptoms masking, a large dose of chemicals harmful to the human organism, and, what is the worst, various side effects.
So, how do you deal with a highly infectious agent invading your skin and eating away your nails and toes?
Here I am, confiding in you with my story, because I want you to understand that there is a solution.
I’ve been living with nail fungus from my early teens, and I felt stressed every year when summer was knocking on the door.
I was one of those people who loved swimming, as a child I attended swimming competitions and I even won a few of them. You can imagine the joy that could bring to a child…
You try walking on the side of your foot for two weeks in high school and see how cool you feel. Finally, my mother dragged me to the doctor, and the thing was so deep I had to have a localized shot on my toe.
Years later, I began hitting the podiatrist regularly for the corns that would magically appear between my toes every winter. I still remember the first time I met the doctor I see now–a great guy who’s right around my age. I took off my shoes and let him inspect the area.
Every two months I was back in his office so he could file my corns down with an emery board. I was glad to have something to bond with my grandmother about, but the regular appointments were a financial drain and a monumental pain in my ass. Not to mention, corns freakin’ hurt.
I ended up having minor toe surgery so he could shave down the bone spur that was causing so much friction. A bone spur. How very Texan of me.
I’ve been able to mostly avoid the podiatrist’s office since then, until 3 years ago when I finally took the 2-month-old nail polish off my toes (stop judging me you well-groomed girls with your weekly pedicures).
“Now that isn’t right,” I thought to myself. I did some quick googling, and yep–just as I suspected. Toenail fungus. (BTW: Do yourself a favor and stop yourself from googling toe fungus right now, especially if you do your blog reading over breakfast.
PS: If you truly can’t help yourself, let me reclaim just a smidge of dignity and relay that mine wasn’t nearly as heinous as the horror stories on WebMD.)
So I and my fungus made a trip to the podiatrist. Everyone on staff recognized me immediately, and as much as I’d love to think it was because of my dazzling wit and unforgettable beauty, I’m pretty sure it was actually because I’m the only patient at this clinic who’s not diabetic and a member of AARP.
They were really sweet to me, as usual, and made a big deal out of the fact that I’ve gotten married since the last time I was there. I so appreciated their efforts to make me feel like a pretty, pretty bride… Read more…