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      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011 edited
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    Just...just feeling really fucking hideous today.

    I mean, beer and a number of good things have helped, and I WILL get over this, just...jesus. I feel like just hiding myself behind a fucking curtain.
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      CommentAuthorJay Kay
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    This might be TMI, but this has never happened to me before, and anyone in my immediate circles haven't heard of it either.

    As I mentioned earlier, I'm working a temp job at Amazon, which requires me to basically be walking around 11 hours a day. Because of this, I've naturally grown some blisters on my feet. One of them, however, is very interesting--it's under my left foot, at the top, just under my index and middle toes. It's been growing over the past few days, but when I took my shoes off earlier tonight, I found they did something interesting.

    This blister has basically grown to the base of my middle toe, and then looped up to the webbing between my toes.

    Now I ask you all--is this semi-common, or am I some sort of medical oddity?
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      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    Jay, just pop the fucker.
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      CommentAuthortedcroland
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    Amputate.
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    Jay -- If you think that's TMI you haven't read some of the other things people have said on here. We're a group of fairly open folk...
    But yes, that's fairly normal. It's everything inside the blister moving around and separating skin wherever it can. Even though doctors will probably tell you not to, you may want to pop the thing to prevent it from growing much more.
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      CommentAuthordorkmuffin
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011 edited
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    @Jay, I've had blisters like that. I was also a rower for a few years too, and if you don't know, this is what rower hands normally look like:



    Yep, those are blisters inside blisters inside callouses. Edited to add: And yes. That's tape. Rowers don't put bandaids on, they put on motherfucking tape. LIKE A BOSS.

    IF YOU MUST pop the blister, use a sterilized needle to drain the pus (just hold a needle over a flame for a bit), drain it with a clean paper towel by gently pressing on the blister, and then BE SURE TO USE NEOSPORIN RELIGIOUSLY.
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      CommentAuthortedcroland
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    Also: toesocks.
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      CommentAuthordorkmuffin
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    Those toe socks will only make the blister worse. I speak from experience. I was, afterall, a 12 year-old girl when those shits reached peak popularity.
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      CommentAuthorJay Kay
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    After looking up how to pop it on WebMD--good idea, because I, stupid me, thought it meant cutting the seperated skin--I found that I've kinda been doing that--it kinda popped on it's own and I've been pushing out fluids for a few days.

    @tedcroland==in my feverish daydreams while work, I've imagined replacing my feet with robot feet. That way, I would feel no pain, and they would include rockets to make me go faster. Or perhaps roller-skates, like old-school Iron Man.

    It was the 70s, they were a hip thing.
    • CommentAuthorStefanJ
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011
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    I once resorted, a couple of days into a six day trade show, to using a sanitary napkin, stuck inside my sock, to deal with a blistered foot. Damn ill-fitting dress shoes; I'm so glad my current job allows casual dress.
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    @dorkmuffin - good fucking god.
    • CommentAuthorFlabyo
    • CommentTimeDec 1st 2011 edited
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    Been awake since the early hours this morning. I live in a flat above a vets surgery, and their alarm system has tripped the fire alarm in the stairwell leading up to the flats. It is loud.

    Called out the fire brigade (cause hey, fire is bad), and then stood out in the sub-zero temperature with the chaps from the other flats while they scouted it out. They couldn't see any immediate evidence of fire (all the rooms in there can be seen through windows except one), so rather than just smash in they tried to get hold of a keyholder number from the alarm company.

    Turns out they've not been keeping it up to date. Police don't have a number either.

    They stuck around for another hour to be sure, then they left. They gave me a very stern message to pass on to the vets when they get in later about keeping their alarm company details up to date, which I shall be gleefully passing on shortly.

    Ahhh, they've just got here and turned it off. Thank the lord, I genuinely thought I was going to go insane...
    • CommentAuthorflecky
    • CommentTimeDec 2nd 2011
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    @dorkmuffin: Are rowers hands the secret origin of why the dead are rising in stink infested Shepherds Bush? That photo..it's causing all sorts of imagery to flash into my junk sick rancid skull.Really unpleasant stuff.Like that really fit bird from The Shining,her in the bath.What's her name? Saggy arse!
    Damn it! I got her on top of me with a offering of something that spurted out from her last victim.And if i don't let her smear it all over my mug then she won't cook my bloody dinner.

    That's got my friday of to a good start.Yet the problem is i love all that sick shit.What's left of my melted grey head stuff thrives on perversion,horror,anger,dread,guilt,despair,angst,resentment,alienation,life,death,danger,love,hate,laughter,tears,doubt,uncertainty,truth,reality,nightmares,blood,shit,revenge,killing,screaming etc.

    I believe i've shared on this thread that a few months back i had a spiritual experience that would have left lesser mortals utterly ruined.I still can feel the fear rising thinking about it.I've talked with over recovering addicts who are now "sane" and they have had something similar.

    Some demon or fooking entity either left my soul or it was a new one trying to get in.I don't know.Whatever the hell it was it loves to feast on pain.The bastard was like a untrained vast as the highest mountain snarling dog.It lapped up my torment as i couldn't move my body.Time stood still. My conciousness was in deep north sea fluidic space.Shit,you should have heard it snarl.It was like being in the middle of a thousand bass bins with Lucifer himself howling down the mike till my ear drums popped.Imagine a crack whore with your auditory system in "it's" mouth just about to climax and time that with 9.999 infinitum and you still wouldn't be close.

    He He He!! It was fooking excellent.The buzz when it pissed off to it's next victim was blissful.And the cool thing was there was no drug taking involved.Just a shit load of withdrawals,insomnia,physical pain etc.

    Maybe i'm mad.Maybe i've read more sci-fi/horror than i'm meant to.Maybe i'm just a stupid idiot who's led a life of sin and is now in a asylum drooling the days away.Yet i think not.

    Take care Whitechapel.There are forces out there that demand satisfaction.And i'm at war with them.

    Coffee!! Roll up!! A DVD in bed!!Seeing the woman later!!Good stuff!!
    • CommentAuthorflecky
    • CommentTimeDec 2nd 2011
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    @ Greasemonkey: How is your battle against the smoking going? It's a hard one that...
    • CommentAuthorroadscum
    • CommentTimeDec 2nd 2011
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    @flecky: Ah, it's the simple pleasures in life that are the best!

    Me? i think i might take my apathy for a walk up at Walton on the Naze, the poor thing needs some exercise and it's a nice day - who knows, might even get a few pictures!
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      CommentAuthorrazrangel
    • CommentTimeDec 2nd 2011
     (10359.56)
    I want to take just a couple minutes to be unqualified in selfish, then go back to being an adult. I don't have money, I don't have an income, I'm trying recreate my career as a voice over artists. For that I need classes, workshops and networking. In the past three days I've been invited to three different workshops and an old teacher has started up her own studio for private coaching. I've had to drop all of them because I have no money. I've gone to there classes/workshops because my mom lent me the money but right times are tight for her - plus it's December and she's remembering she has other kids to help out and we (I suppose) each deserve presents.

    You win some you lose some and the workshops will come 'round again and it costs nothing to stay in touch with my network. But it's so frustrating to not tear off onto the next stretch. I want to be over there in the pro-area right now! But like everywhere else in this capitalist world you need to have money to make money.


    OK Whining over. I have an audition to complete at home today. And I've got to get to work on a presentation - all in Japanese - that I'll be giving next week. Week after that is our final. I don't have time to wallow in self-pity.
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    yeah, so i'm not a big fan of putting shit like this up on facebook or twitter, or even my blog, but it's been a really tough week here for our family.

    On Tuesday i get a call from my brother. Our mum was taken to the hospital as she couldn't walk and had no feeling in her legs. For those who are in the know, my mum was diagnosed with cancer in her lung earlier this year and she was receiving chemo and radio therapy. Once that was done a few months ago, she was supposed to properly rest and recuperate. But it seemed that she wasn't taking care of herself. her house wasn't being cleaned and she wasn't speaking to the district nurses with regard to pains she was getting in her legs and her back. Needless to say my brother and i were concerned, but also a bit pissed off. Our mum is a very stubborn, pigheaded person and we felt that a lot of this could have been avoided if she had a bit of sense in her.

    So i was getting prepared to to see my mum in the UK and possibly get some shopping done when i get a call from my brother on Wednesday. The doctors had found two more tumours, one in her liver, the other at the base of her spine. the tumor on her spine was eating at he nerve endings hence her lack of feeling in her legs and her inability to walk. And they couldn't operate on it. God this was getting worse, but everyone was keeping positive and the doctors were saying that they could still do lots of things. keep your chin up and all that...

    Then another call on Thursday. A third tumor had been found in her brain. WTF? this is fucking awful.

    So i took the plane to the UK this morning and met my brother at Birkenhead. How are things i asked.

    Not good he said. He received another call this morning from the doctor dealing with our mum's cancer. there is nothing they can do to get rid of the tumours. Her cancer is terminal.

    I've been to see her for a couple of hours today. she's looking rather upbeat considering, although she did tear up a bit when we talked about my brother becoming a dad in a few months time. man that was tough. Right now, we have only vague information about the full prognosis and the time frame (weeks, months, a year?). The doctors are all meeting early next week where they'll put our her "care plan". Right now i've had to cancel my plans and will be staying here all next week. We're trying to clean and decorate her house and get everything sorted out for her coming home in a couple of weeks.

    right now i'm feeling a bit crumpled and miffed. i could do with a stiff drink but there's no booze in the house. I may have to pop out for some beer.

    Bugger...
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    @bob - manhugs to you... Shit man, that's awful, really sorry. Take care of yourself, and I hope you've got some time left with her. J
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      CommentAuthorchiaslut
    • CommentTimeDec 2nd 2011
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    @icelandbob - Aw hells, man. That's super rough. From one Bob to another, I also offer manly man hugs.
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    @icelandbob: Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Good gawd. Since cancer is one of those things that is always in danger of reappearing once you've got it, and popping up in other places, shouldn't they just automatically give people a full fucking body MRI once they find it somewhere? BEFORE symptoms start? And keep doing so every few months?

    I give you a non-manly hug. Mine's got the soothing power of squishy boobs and popping spine bits!