Tapioca-toe-gunk

Earlier I sat in the hospital bed which was surprisingly homely with it's inviting springyness of the cloud-like cushions.

A nurse proceeded to inject my swollen, vicious 6th toe (a bloating monstrosity of a corn) with Novocaine.

Eventually, I watched on as she squeezed any remnants of Tapioca-pudding-like-puss from the wound. That was after she diced away any extra dead skin to get to the caverns of toe-puss.
I stared on with a curiosity, interested by the generosity and endless amount of white goo that this foot wound could have stirred up.
So, Today I would consider the levels of being easily disgusted to be faintly low.
LomeMartian LomeMartian
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May 19, 2012