Infectious Summer

The title of this post explains it all, but not in the way one might think.  You see, in the past week, I've 'contracted' two types of infections.  And yes, the explanations will be accompanied by pictures.

A week and a half ago, I was riding The Boy's motorcycle.  I've ridden his bike many a time; in fact, you could say I'm a professional passenger.  I've learned how to lean with the bike, how to put my leg down in case we start tipping, how to hold The Boy* just right, etc.  I've even learned to mount and dismount the bike effectively...or so I thought.  One night, I was getting on the bike, and my pant leg got caught on G-knows-what, so in my pathetic attempt to free my leg, the flesh of my leg made contact with the pipes of the bike.  The pipes can get up to 1200* F!  Needless to say, my leg was instantaneously cinged.

A beautiful blister formed.  The following day, I had a session with a young boy.  This boy is very active, so I was all over the place, taking no thought about my burn.  Halfway through the seession, I look down to see a very (grossly) large spot on my pant leg.  Yes, the blister had popped taking every bit of skin with it.

Over the course of the next few days, infection seemed to set in.  I'll let the pictures explain themselves.

Doesn't my leg look like a delicious piece of fried meat?  Yum.

This is the current state of the burn.  (Really, I took this picture solely for the purpose of uploading onto my blog.)  As you can see, the bandages and coverings has caused a rash to form around the burn.  So now, not only do I have a burn that constantly oozes, I also have a rash around the burn that constantly itches.  End of Infection Numero Uno.

Time for Infection Numero Dos.  This one isn't nearly as exciting, nor do I have any pictures.  Late last night, I looked in the mirror to take out my contacts for the night, and I noticed my left eye was rather red and goopy.  Pink eye, right?  I was hoping not, especially because I have three hours of clients on Fridays that I really did not want to cancel.  I decided to wait until morning before making a final judgment call.  I quickly fell asleep (I must have been exhausted!), and wake up before my alarm even goes off.  It's at this point in time I realize that I cannot open my left eye...it's been crusted shut.  Pink eye, right?  Definitely.  I now have an appointment to have it looked at and get whatever meds they'll give me so I can get back to my clients asap.

When I was talking to my mom about the pink eye (which, of course, she reacted very violently to), she told me the next thing to be infected was going to be my brain.  Pray that doesn't happen.

*No, The Boy and I are not back together.  We are friends.  :)