But you'll be better off without Paul and Pauline, once you get through this rocky stretch.
And speaking of feet, and just in case you don't know how stupid 16 year old boys can be . . . my son was fooling around with a can of Tinactin and turned it upside down and sprayed his feet with pure propellant. Four (2nd and 3rd degree) burns on the top of his right foot.
Of course he figured it would just go away if he ignored it, THREE WEEKS after this self inflicted injury he finally fesses up because he can hardly walk. One enormous weeping boil on the instep with a big chunk of necrotic tissue in the middle, two smaller ones on two toes.
When I finally stopped yelling at him, I called the dermatologist and got him over there today. They shot him full of lidocaine, then debrided everything and cut away the necrotic chunk. Sent him home with oral antibiotics, detailed dressing instructions . . . we're fortunate it wasn't much worse.
Anybody who thinks boys are easier than girls is NUTZ!
Boys dod the daredest things, don't they?
I would think it would have told you before it got to hurt so badly.