It was getting to the point where I had to admit my roommate had something when she said it stunk in here. I mean, I was admitting to a little foot fungus, but nothing Lotrimin couldn't cure, right? Riiight?
Well, wrong. I went to sick call this morning, and ended up with a diagnosis of Pitted Keratolysis. That is, a nasty little bacterium eating the flesh of my feet. Yeah, that was what caused the stench. Blame the boots.
So, I'm a little frustrated. Bad enough that today's Tuesday, and I've got Heritage. Bad enough that my roomie's moving, going back home to Texas. I'm on a sneaker chit for the next ten days. I'm waiting for the funk to clear up, and I can't shadow watches for my PQS in sneakers. It's one of those days.
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I hope tommorow is a better day for ya. Just remember, the good days out weigh the bad ones.