When I was a senior in high school, I had a wart on my chin. It was most embarrassing and was impossible to hide. Finally my dad dragged me up to a GP who froze the area around the wart and within minutes had cut it off, then cauterized it. Twenty minutes after going in, we left his office and I was wart-free. That was over 50 years ago. I would’ve thought that the NHS would’ve figured that out by now, so that the Yorkshire lad would still have his finger. Watch out for Obama care.
I had a wart on the inside of my middle finger (right hand) just below the first knuckle all through high school. Used to play with it with my right thumbnail. Became an unconscious habit. Or maybe a nervous habit. I don’t know.
Anyway, while in Navy bootcamp I would scratch it with my thumbnail while standing at attention. One day I dug the wart out doing just that. Stood there at attention with blood dripping down my finger. That got rid of the wart, I thought.
Six months later it was back. Finally, a few years later, after it really started bothering me, I had it frozen off.
But I still catch myself scratching that finger with the thumbnail.