My body loves a good fungus.
I just went to the doctor because my left pinkie toe was all swollen and crazy looking, and, since I'm going camping the day after tomorrow, I thought I'd better get it checked out before I develop something nasty like gout, or gangrene.
(tangent: Leila is oddly fascinated with gangrene lately. She always thinks she has, or is going to get, gangrene. We can thank kid's fiction for putting that into her head, along with those soul sucking things from Harry Potter.)
I thought I had a touch of the athlete's foot (which really needs a different name for people like me: I can assure you I did not develop this as a result of my athleticism.) and I thought I had scratched it too hard and that's why it was red.
No. That would be too easy.
Turns out, I have a yeast infection in between my toes, that developed into a bacterial infection. So freakin' typical. If its not one fungus on me, its another. I don't even want to describe the powders and lotions and unctions I have to apply daily to prevent all different flora from growing on me. Its obnoxious. I'm in constant fungus/bacteria/yeast management mode.
So now I have to take antibiotics, and slather my foot in anti fungal cream, and keep my foot clean and dry, and wear a clean sock, WHILE IM CAMPING THIS WEEKEND! Plus, my period is due any minute now.
You have to laugh.