Very Smelly Monday
This morning when I got to work, one of my team was already there.
She’d worked the night shift. We get along easy now, so I concerned
myself with fixing the wrong feeling inside my sock, of which,
both socks and feet felt hot, but it also felt like there was lint
in my toes. So I took my whole sock off and shook it out. I’ve
been fired for less than this before, it occurs to me now, but the
issue is what are people sensitive about? If it’s feet, then fire me.
So as I brushed off what I thought was lint, way too much came
off the sock and off my foot, and from the smell, I knew it was
dead flesh. Eww, oh my god. So I used a paper towel to brush
as much of my dead foot off as I could onto the floor, then used
cleaning wipes to wipe it up. Then I swept. Then I went to the bathroom
and washed my feet in the sink one by one, with handsoap
and dried them with paper towels that held up rather well
not shredding like my actual foot. Each sock was soaked in sweat
Why? I don’t know!? My feet are insane? They’re working out
when I’m not? I wanted new cotton socks so badly, but here
come my students and I stuff my feet back into these leather tennishoes
that should be fine but aren’t (no shoes are fine), and try to ignore
the wetness and idea of dead flesh needing to be removed.
Everytime I bathe I shave the callouses and dead stuff off my feet. I really enjoy it, even though after doing each foot twice, and filling the garbage can with a covering of dead skin flakes there’s always more to cut. I use a surgical steel blade, disposable. I feel like I’ll never get down to the real foot, or feet. I had a lederhosen growth on my left foot as a child that somewhat ruined my life, to be honest. I’ve never gotten to enjoy walking. I stopped being able to run, stopped exercising, started smoking.
So after talking to so many surgeons about this in the 2000’s and 10’s and getting a couple surgeries, stitches, physical therapy all that I watched some podiatry videos on youtube and realized I could do it myself- handle the problem. First, I slowly cut a wart off. Of course I used the creams and stuff on it, but I also cut it off. I used a kitchen knife at first, super gross, and never told my roomate then I ordered the disposable surgical blades, and since then, happier feet There was like .5 centimeter of dead flesh I had to walk on, some of it would bleed when I first started cutting it away, but the blood was superficial. Once I cut off the wart I started going at the other parts whatever was white after I got out of the bath, I cut it off.
So the night before, I did the whole pedicure thing, cutting, slicing then rinsing and applying cbd ointment.
This led to the gangrene of this morning. But here is an awful coincidence. A child came in who had even worse smelling feet than me.
He wears foot and leg braces, and they are turning fetid. No one made him change his socks all weekend. So all day long, our classroom smelled like Cheese balls and body odor
The body odor was me- for some reason my chemicals were off the hook today- and I wasn’t the only one. The boys are teenagers. They stink. I stink. They stunk more. Then Julius passed gas while using the computer at my desk and I said it smells like vegetables after they’ve been in your belly 2 weeks and can’t digest.