Well, it's been a crazy week. The Doctor killed the alien growing out of my foot. I stayed indoors with my bandaged foot for 4 days straight. On the 5th day, I was finally well enough to go outside & walk around on my crutches.
I thought for sure with my crutches, I was going to be able to pick up tons of chicks. But nothing. Nothing. Couldn't even get an old lady to hold a door open for me at the grocery store. There's a lot of cold heartless women out there.
After 7 days, I went back to the Doctor so that he could remove the bandage I had on all week. I had to keep the bandage on all week. Couldn't even take a shower. I really started to smell. But I kind of liked it. I felt I had a personality of mine coming out that hadn't really come out before, at least not that loudly.
Anyway, here's a picture of my foot. And, I'll warn you again, you might find it gross.
It looks like the Doctor killed the alien in my foot, and some of it's guts are still hanging out in the black crater on my foot. The crater looks like a black hole. I think I'm going to write a movie about a guy (me) who has a black hole in his foot that is actually a time portal to another dimension where there's tons of really hot chicks who like dudes on crutches!
Oh, and thanks for the movie recommendations everyone. But I couldn't watch any, 'cause I couldn't get out of my house.
So, the Dr. re-bandaged my foot, & said I have to leave this one on for another week. So that'll make it two weeks in a row without showering. Cool!
Talk to you next week.