Look At My Foot

It feels great to be back home.

But I kinda miss camping out.

Yeah.

It seems like the pain is affecting my brain (beware my subtle rhymes). I got this icky infection in my foot. I awoke this morning all cheerful and happy, but a simple bounce off my bunkbed changed that.

Is it just me, or is one foot slightly larger than the other?

I reach for my glasses and find my suspicions confirmed. It seems like my foot is puffy and red with puss. At the breakfast table, my dad says he knows a cure. A basin of hot water with salt.

"Yeah, ok."

I gingerly dipped my toe in, and then the rest of my foot followed, naturally.

Which brings me to the subject of pain. I hadn't had a good zap like that since...I don't know. I controlled myself pretty well, though, I wasn't about to give my neighbors the pleasure of hearing my bloodcurling scream.

I had to limp here to write this.

I must be very arrogant. As if the world wants to know about my toe. Maybe I just want some sympathy. No, better yet, prayers. It's not that bad, it's just very irritating.

Literally.

I think I know now why the number of visitors per day has dropped.

I'm fortunate to get 10 visits per day!

I'm gleefully reveling in the anonymousness.

I'm too raw for y'all.

I'm.

"I say, look at my foot!!"

No, let's talk about you.