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How Did You Attempt to Remove the Thorn/splinter from Your Body?
Shiksha Dheda
▢ The thorn/splinter was close to the surface; it could almost taste the
air. I simply put a piece of duct tape on it and ripped it off as quickly
as possible. Almost like ripping a plaster off a wound; slowly at first,
but then extremely fast.
▢ The thorn/splinter was not very painful. I made a simple paste by mixing
baking soda and water (3 parts baking soda, 1 part water). I covered the
area that the splinter/thorn was lodged under with the paste. I then
covered that area with a plaster for 24 hours. After 24 hours had passed,
I simply ripped the plaster off and the splinter/thorn came out easily. No
hassle at all.
▢ The thorn/splinter was rather painful. Nature, however, provides all the
cures and solutions to all our problems. I simply put a banana peel on the
area that was affected (a potato slice can also be used). I taped the peel
to the area using duct tape. After letting it sit like that overnight
(while I was sleeping), I removed the tape and the peel. The
splinter/thorn had surfaced; I simply had to use tweezers to pull it out
completely. This works because the enzymes in the peel help soften the
skin and allow the thorn/splinter to reach the surface of the skin easily.
▢ The thorn/splinter had been lodged under my skin for a few days. I tried
using tweezers, but I seemed to be pushing it even further below the
surface, by doing that. I tried using natural remedies and taking advice
from other people; they said I should "try harder" and I should "just stop
feeling the pain caused by the thorn." Nothing worked. I grew tired of
trying and failing. I grew tired of failing and seeing how disappointed
everyone else was that I failed. They all removed their thorns/splinters.
Why couldn't I just remove mine? I grew tired of being weird, of being the
strange kid that had a thorn stuck in their finger. So, I just pretended
that I had removed my thorn, too. Initially, it was fine. I even forgot
about the thorn. Then the pain returned. Twice as painful as the first
time I had noticed the thorn. I didn't know what to do. I grabbed tweezers
and started hacking away at my fingers. Only skin and blood came out; I
couldn't see the thorn anymore. Somehow, I could still feel the pain. The
pain became unbearable. My entire hand started stinging all the time. I
couldn't locate the thorn, but my entire hand turned shades of blue and
purple. My hands became numb. I couldn't hold a pen anymore. Or type on my
phone or computer. I couldn't even clasp my hands together in
prayer. They say I may have to cut the hand off. Completely. Then they'll
all see that I lied. They'll see that I couldn't remove my thorn. They'll
see that I tried. They'll see that I failed.
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Shiksha Dheda is a South African of Indian descent. She's the author of WASHED AWAY, a collection
of poetry. Her new chapbook of poems, THE TRAGEDY OF TOUCH, is just out from Fahmidan Journal.
Read her postcard.
W i g l e a f
10-16-22
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