I haven’t said anything about it, but I’m not well. Almost a month ago, I got a burn on my leg from a hot water bottle. It was pretty bad. Blister was quite big. But I left it alone to burst on it’s own and after it burst I guess I didn’t take care of it as well as I should have. Now, I have cellulitis on my leg. It’s sore. It’s itchy and it means that all my plans of trying to lose a little bit of weight before my holidays in the Philippines are down the drain. Apparently it’s one of the slowest healing things in the world.


I must’ve been taking something for granted. It’s the only reason I can think of that I would discover that I have to go home in January on my birthday, and around the same time develop an infection that will haunt me for months. I must have done something pretty awful to someone else. Why else would Karma be after me so harshly.

Oh and did I mention that I’m starting to show an allergic reaction to the antibiotics I’m taking for the cellulitis? If it weren’t for the fact that I only have two doses left to take that I’d be more upset about it all. Of course, he has been great through all of this. His Mum too. Thank goodness for them really. They’ve had me over for dinner twice this week already. She changes the dressing for me and everything. *sigh* I’m going to bed.

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