I’m asking for a time out. I’ll catch up tomorrow on any missed strips.

The two big welts I thought were bug bites turned to be…well…not bug bites. They are, in fact, Staph infections. One was super-bad and required some “handlin.” I recoiled. No these are bug-bites. The baby had one on his stomach too. “He probably passed it to you.” she offered. It’s highly contagious if you don’t realize what it is. This shocked me. I thought technology had advanced us past all the poop-caused-diseases. I wash my ‘effing hands ALL THE TIME. Especially after poopie diapers. I’m not living in 1340’s Europe.

But apparently I’m going to have to start boiling my hands every time I pass a bathroom lest I have to again endure the “excising” of a “problem area” again. No man, woman, child, or beast should have to endure what I saw come out from under my epidermis today.

I was told that the lidocane used to numb the area would soon wear off and that some pain pills were in order. I’ve never tried Vicodin. Maybe this day can be salvaged. Wish me luck. I’m sure any euphoric effects these popular pills provide to thinner clientele will be lost on my massive frame. I’m informed by similarly sized associates I can look forward to only extreme drowsiness.

At this point. I’ll take it.