Just drill a hole in it.
Thirty years ago, I was doing some homework project on a Sunday afternoon. Whatever I was doing, I decided I needed some sheet metal strips. Was working as a service man for a company, and they did sheet metal. Took my key to the shop and found some scrap pieces in the bin, layed them out on the shear and proceeded to stomp my left big toe onder the treadle of the shear. Was wearing sneakers at the time, so needless to say, I got the full effect of the stomped treadle. The pain was instant, and severe. In retrospect, I think a little drop of sweat ran down my leg. I took my pieces of metal, and beat a hasty retreat home, where I tried evreything from cold water, hot water, dancing, jumping, crying, cussing,,even tried burning some incense to help with the pain. To no avail.
By morning, the toe was fashionably purple and throbbed painfully every time my heart beat. I cut the toe out of an old sneaker, and managed to fit my foot in it and shuffled off to work. Questioned by my boss, about my injury, I chose to mumble something about dropping a motor on my foot or something.
As luck would have it, the job we were doing was in a foot Doctor's office. Installing a new split system heat pump and air handler. I was limping down the hall when the Dr. passed me, and asked about the limp, and the open toed shoe. I explained to him that I had mashed my toe and it had turned tha nail a pretty shade of purple. I asked him what the proper procedure was for this type of injury. He produced a drill very simular to a dentist's drill and made it go "Zoopa Zoopa." Told me he just drills a hole in the nail, and relieves the pressure. "Makes it quit hurting almost instantly." I asked what the cost of this major surgery was, and he told me $35. I pondered the needed operation, and the cost while finishing up the low voltage at the AH, and then went to my truck for something. Arriving at the truck, I spied one of my cordless Skil drills. Sat down in the sidedoorway of my van, removed my custom made orthopedic tenny runner, and sock, and took a look at the throbbing toe. It was doing the throb really well, in fact resembled the ones you would see in the cartoons where it would bulge with every heartbeat. I chucked in the smallest drill bit I had in my index, and proceded to drill my toe nail. Now, for the benefit of the younger people reading this post, back in the olden days when cordless drills first came to the workplace, there were no drills with changeable batteries, or voltages above 3 volts. They weren't reversable, nor were they variable speed. The power was sufficient to turn a swizzle stick and mix your cream and sugar in your coffee, but wouldn't turn a 1/8" drill bit through 18 ga. sheet metal. They turned at a phenominal rate of 18 RPM. Oh yes, the batteries lasted about 3 minutes. I would have bit on a stick, had one been available, and proceeded with the drilling operation. I assumed a hunkered over position, and hit the trigger. The pain was intense, and every revolution of the drill bit, along with my heartbeat, was a mind blurring throb that I thought was going to make me pass out! I became aware of the bit smoking a little, and thinking " I gotta stop pushing when the bit goes through the nail." Eventually, about the time the bit pierced the toe nail the battery started going down. The drill bit finally went through to the blood, and a geyser shot up over the top of my head! RELIEF!!!! Instant wonderful, no pain. It was gone! The pain was gone! Felt so good, I drilled two more holes alongside.... Bandaid on the holes, sock and shoe back on and returned to work. Ran into the Podiatrist in the hallway an hour or so later. He asked about the toe. I told him I had taken care of it myself, and he said "Yeah, I watched you through the window."