Thu, 19 May 2005

heart murmur
I hadn’t really looked at my feet in a while, and so I was surprised to see a series of bruises and sores along the instep and around the ankles, particularly as there was no pain in them, nothing more than a vague itch that I feel all over my body in the dry winter. I didn’t have any money to see a doctor, and figured I could fix my feet by poking at them with a pen, which ended up opening some sores, and this, I’ll spare you the details, but obviously it wasn’t a promising development. I decided the best thing to do would be to get some athletic tape and wrap it around my feet and ankles, but we had no athletic tape, so I used some electrical tape, the same tape I had used a couple weeks ago to tape up my boots, and it was then, looking down at my feet, that I knew a door had closed, that my girlfriend wouldn’t come out here to find me and my boss wouldn’t rehire me and I wouldn’t just walk back into my old life.
(12:24.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #