I'm sure I've said this before, but when I had my verruca as an early teen, I was taken out of lessons to be treated by the visiting chiropodist. Which many of my co-infected enjoyed, but I missed some of one of my favourite lessons/ teachers.
Matron was always in her office anyway, but she made a special effort to be close at hand when it was my turn. Because they were worried I would faint. Never have done in my life, I was small and skinny but physically robust. Just so ultra-squeamish that the sight of the scalpel made me so queasy I know it showed on my face. I think she had a quiet word with him, because he stopped trying to reassure me by talking me thrugh exactly what he was doing...
I had a verruca sock, so I could shower with the rest of the girls after games (joy - flat and hairless as a nine year old boy and a rubber sock as well), but forgive me if I decide against the shoe.
What next, chlamydia panties?
03-15-2014, 04:01 AM
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