Up until this morning I thought I was getting a boil on the side of my neck. I figured that this was only just considering how hard I’ve been working, plus the hours logged helping Emma with her mission project, time spent helping June with her last garden project and the three-plus hours spent assembling a basketball hoop for Nate this weekend.
Naturally, life would rain down the old biblical plagues, right?
And just in time for my two-week Euro work trip starting this weekend. ‘Cause everybody wants to spend hours locked in a room with a clown with something festering on his neck.
So, I headed down to Little Tokyo to see what kind of magic my doc can work on curses. Only it’s not a boil at all. Apparently, a nick from my razor has gotten infected. A quick ‘scrip for some antibiotics, just so I don’t wind up in some foreign hospital, trying to learn the French word for pus, and I’ll be right as rain.
Who knows, maybe the Universe is looking out for me, after all.