this is what parents are for, dangit!

After several futile efforts (trying to trick myself, thinking about how painful it would be for the foot to get infected or--worse--need to be paid for by seeing an actual doctor), I've decided that the only way to remove the piece of glass from my foot would be to have someone else do it.

This is why my parents always pulled out my splinters when I was little: you need someone that you trust enough not to stop digging into your skin no matter how much you wince.