I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark (original) (raw)

Hmmm, time for a TMI post that doesn't involve the epic battle against my hoo-hoo (still possibly ongoing on a minor, war-of-attrition scale).

Ladies. I give you this post in honour of the newest member of my flist, social_deixis, a fellow grody gross-outer (

TM

ladylatemar).

This is a very significant post for me and one I intended to make to the Lounge first, so, please, a pause to appreciate the magnitude of this. As many of you know, I dislocated my knee in November 2004 and was in a full leg (read: ankle to high thigh) cast for six weeks. It was hell...and I wasn't allowed to shower. It was sponge baths and trying to balance backwards, on one leg, into the sink to wash my hair occasionally for all that time.

When the cast finally came off, I took an hour and a half shower, no joke, with my hairy, wrinkled, narsty right leg.* HOWEVER! That was not the nastiest part...the nastiest part is what lays beneath this cut...( do you dare to click it without any more information?! (WS)Collapse )

And that, my dears, is the extent of my dedication to all things grody.

* Before I potentially get jumped on for calling hair "narsty", let me add that I very infrequently shave my legs because it doesn't bother me that much to have them hairy, but leghair + plaster + six weeks of sweat just = narsty and there is no other word for it.