Ignoring Splinters

A splinter so small I can't even see it has lodged itself in my palm. The swelling mound of red and tenderness, on the other hand, is painfully obvious. An irritating annoyance is growing into a disturbance impossible to ignore.
And, of course, to ignore it is the one avenue I choose only at my own peril. The intruder must be dealt with. It will not make peace with my hand. It's only potential is in the direction of infection and worse. I guess the next portion of my morning is spoken for whatever else I may have planned. I've got to get this splinter out.