Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Cooties

One of life's simple pleasures used to be getting a foot massage on the beach. Not any more.

On our recent trip, I got a foot massage (that turned out to be mostly a calf massage) from an old lady, as Nuch and I lounged in our beach chairs. Something must not have been kosher because a few days later my calves broke out in blistering, puss-filled infections.



BTW, this was after 2 days. It got much worse for another 3 days before it starting getting better. You can thank me later for not posting the picture.

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