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Disturbing link of the day: Purity Balls. I'll just be over here, thanks. Ew!
Scene from the Call Centre Floor:
Disembodied Voice: "Doughnuts are here!"
Everyone: *SWARM*
We've got our priorities straight, yes. :D
I had to go pick up some stuff from Boots (peroxide and shower gel, mostly) and decided I'd see if the pharmacist could recommend something for the weird yeast/fungal infection patch thing on my hand, before it got worse. (Right now it just looks like a peal-y callous (sp?) patch, but the first time it spread to the first three fingers of my hand and cracked and bled so badly I was afraid my fingers were going to fall off.) So I go up to the counter, show her the patch, explain that I've had this before (only twice, though--it only shows up in periods of extreme stress and lowered immuninty), and I think they gave me cortizone cream for it? She takes a closer look, and tells me I have ... athlete's foot. On my hand.
Why do I always get the weird ailments, dammit? *facepalm* (Or maybe not.)
And then I got peroxide on it, which hurt like a goddamn bitch, ow. The end.
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