I can still remember the day I first noticed it. I was in the shower, washing myself off after a long day, when it caught my eye: a small, hard lump on the sole of my foot. I quickly got out of the shower, dried my foot and took a closer look. It was a verruca.
At first, I wasn’t overly worried. I was young and assumed it was a one-off occurrence. But, as the days passed, more and more started to appear. I had no idea of the pain and suffering I was about to endure.
The verruca was painful to the touch and walking was becoming increasingly difficult. I tried treating the verruca with a number of creams and ointments, but nothing seemed to work. I even sought medical advice, but the doctor was unable to help.
All of a sudden, the verruca had spread to the other foot. Now I was in agony. The most minor pressure on the verrucas would send waves of intense pain through my body.
I was desperate to find a solution, but I had to accept that no matter what I tried, nothing would make the verrucas disappear. I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering.
My life was now defined by warts. Everything else was secondary. I had resigned myself to living with the pain and suffering, fully accepting there was no way of escaping it.
Months passed and my feet were now completely covered in verrucas. The pain was unbearable and I was beginning to lose hope. I felt my life was being ripped away from me, one painful step at a time.
I never found a cure for my verrucas. I spent the rest of my life in constant pain and suffering. The torment of my verrucas will stay with me for the rest of my days.