Bite the Bullet

This is the post in which I cuss madly due to the pain of a festering wound on the arch of my foot. Bottom of my foot, which means that each time I step on it I nearly pass out from agonizing stabbing feelings. Apparently in the race on Saturday I ran so fast that my skin could not even hold up to the friction of the road passing under my feet at the speed of sound. So this big ass blister formed, which I popped that night (of course, who could resist, right? It was mildly satisfying). Then yesterday I engaged in some baseball playing outside with the boyz, and I could feel it rubbing and hurting. I looked at it last night and realized that it had formed an angry chancre, which is so much worse than just a blister. Today I can barely walk on the fucker. I circled the red area in permanent marker so I can time how fast it moves up my leg and kills me. So far it's two days, looking like I'll probably make it till three. But after that it could really gather steam and probably my leg will be off by Wednesday.

Only half the shaving, cool.