Weird stuff.
I have to take Elen back to the doctor today. The staph crud isn’t getting better, and she also has poison ivy. You’d think, after about ten times of this, she would stop touching things in the woods and/or keep her hands off her face. But no ...
Maybe she just likes the attention.
(Who SAID that???) [looking around the room]
Impetigo was fun.
I can still recall the smell of the old vaseline like neosporin at will.
Because I had it packed up my nose.