I’m so paranoid of this, because my grandma got glass stuck in her foot. It went septic and she ended up having to have her leg amputated.
So paranoid, that when I go a tiny sliver of glass in my foot once I insisted that my wife get it out immediately (I couldn’t see it properly. Angles & shit). She was cutting off pieces of my foot with scissors for what seemed like ages. Blood all over the shop.
Totally worth it though: I still have two legs and my wife only hates me a little.