An affliction shared by few and understood by less.The heating up and slight swelling and unbearable itching.
It can drive an insane man mad.
Many a night I have scratched nearly to the bone; leaving me to deal with the resultant scabs for weeks.
A terrible waste of time; oh the accomplishments never accomplished!
Once, in an effort to gain access between my little and fourth toe, I pulled too greatly at my littlest toe.
I strained too mightily. I felt the tearing of tendons and muscle as I achieved the balance of a lunatic.
The itch was appeased, but the injury left me with an embarrassing sentence.
Seven days I lurked awkwardly and unsteadily with a slight limp.
No freezing chemical spray; no caring ointment or balm.
No hope for understanding; no chance for honest sympathy.
The struggle to survive in the hell of my own hands and feet continues.
4 comments:
Good heavens, how long did it take you to get and use the medicine?
Could this be? Yet another bit of poetic justice rendered by the Almighty upon one P.Gibb? Final and utter recompense for his years of taunting and mockery of my "lepus."
Similar to the comeuppance he got years after a biking incident, and his quesitoning of my ability to hold a job, long-term - the opportunity for schadenfreude is served to me, basted in a light butter sauce, on a silver platter. But I will not bite, for I have no appetite for such fare.
Ye gods!
Methinks perhaps your sparsely haired legs are getting their revenge.
OK - for a laugh. Cover up the part of the picture that has the Tinactin and the lower part of Gibbs right leg. It's a scene that we all, perhaps, can easily picture doing downstairs, alone on his red couch.
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