It started out as a little whitehead on my shin. A week later practically the whole leg was bright pink like I'd left it under the grill and fallen asleep. It was quite painful to the touch too, and in the end I had to get the doctor to look at it because I didn't want to scare the toddlers at TLM's next swim class.
Fortunately, a course of antibiotics cleared it up nicely and those toddlers at the pool only had to contend with the sight of me in a swimsuit that was decomposing from the effects of pool-cleaning chemicals.
Just three weeks later, the same thing has happened to a spot on my back. The whole right side of my back is now so tender it's keeping me up at nights, so I that can't just blame my sleeplessness on the feverish child down the hall. Who knew a pimple on my back could turn me into a little old lady, hobbling around and wincing every time a breeze brushes over me?
Apparently I'm a little bit run down.