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| My garden gloves aren't that dirty...or are they? |
I feel like a platypus. “A platypus?” you ask. Yes, most definitely a cranky platypus. Somehow, someway, this week as I weeded and
spread compost, through my stupid cold (pestilence). I wiped my nose with the back
of my dirty-gloved hand one too many times and developed a rip-roaring nose
infection. My nose and upper lip have
swollen up so much that I can no longer smile.
My default expression.
Yesterday, I watched My Pirate and My Kid continually resist
the urge to pick at it and try not to stare.
Ground zero of the infection looks like a zit with aspirations of world
domination. And it
hurts.
My doctor shook her head at me, and kept saying, that it
must be painful, but she was snickering under all that compassion. I could just tell. So, I said, “Apparently, I need to work on my
nose picking technique.” And she gave me extra topical antibiotic gel in case I do
this again. Again?!?
Learn from me. Do not
wipe your runny nose with the back of your dirty glove. Or you too could feel like a cranky platypus.
