i'm feeling 99% better now. thank you for your concern. my mom wants to send me a prescription for antibiotics (she's a nurse practitioner... very handy) but i'm not sure i even need them now. probably can't hurt, though.
ray and my mom were the only ones unfortunate enough to learn the specifics of the illness. i don't want to inflict the details on anyone else. really... be glad you don't know.
when i was in grade school i got a giant whitehead on the tip of my nose. it was horrid!! i was only 10 years old, too, which made it a zillion times worse... no one in fifth grade even knew what zits were yet. (i was only a year from getting my first period, so i suppose my body was in major hormonal churn.)
at recess a couple of kids wanted to know what had happened to my nose. they really did want to know, but i also knew they were going to make fun of me no matter what my answer was. so i lied.
"i ran into a tree," i said, as convincingly as possible.
i guess they believed me. either that or the thought of such a ridiculous act of clumsiness dumbfounded them and they left me alone.
the thing is, i can't even think up a good lie to tell you about my recent ickiness, so just imagine i ran into a tree and feel the appropriate amount of pity for me.
now i've got myself thinking about other torturous moments from grade school... i think i might have to blog a short series on adolescent humiliation.
Posted by xta at June 22, 2004 03:09 PM | TrackBack