When we got back to the hotel, I had to shower and milk the wound (*retch*) on my side. My side felt a lot better since having been lanced by hand in a hotel lobby by the proprietor's daughters earlier that day. It looks really red and terrible in this photo, but it's mostly from me squeezing the skin to get all the pus to come out.
A couple months later, back in NYC, I got another one of these EXCEPT ON MY FACE and when I went to the doctor I found out it was a staph infection! Apparently, people always have staph bacteria under their skin, but somethings can cause it to infect a pore and then this happens. My doctor thinks I probably got it from diving in a bunch of wetsuits that weren't disinfected properly. Blech.
The next morning we did our best to clean up our sorta-destroyed dorm room. Here's me trying to get poster tack off of a towel. (We'd used to the poster tack to hang towels from the ceiling to try to dampen the brightness of the florescent lights).
...I gave her a vigorous rubbing with a towel which she actually seemed to like a lot. (The Bad One, however, turned out to pretty much HATE taking a bath and scratched the shit out of my arm when she tried using it to climb up out of the water!)
