A turn for the worse
by, October 20th, 2009 at 08:12 PM (1170 Views)
Maybe the watched buboe never heals.
After 2.5 hours of tennis, during which I played like a leper, and the only thing that kept me awake was the leeching of sweat into my lesion, and the occasional jokes of my adversaries ("If you had gotten that in France, it would be a French foreign lesion"), I got back, removed the bandage, took a shower, and photographed what I must acknowledge--at the risk of biasing the viewer--represents a setback.
Does it look to you, as it does to me, that this is just the first step in a process by which my skin will begin to tear off my body in sheets?
Perhaps I should document the lesion's progress, or lack thereof, or backsliding, as such is the case, on a somewhat less frequent basis.
Here is the run down, from Sunday, to Monday, to today's post-tennis state:
Sunday and still arguably the worst
Monday--apparent improvement (though it probably has more to do with lighting than actual improvement)
Today, post tennis--a likely step backwards.
If any of you know a doctor willing to diagnose me by pictures alone, and who will then send me the magic healing elixir I so desperately crave, please refer my case as soon as you have finished your dinner of boeuf au jeu and red wine or whatever else goes well with this kind of vlog.