Vanity

An ex-lover rang me this morning.

"You sound better" he said happily.

I am better. I can walk today, which makes a huge difference. My skin doesn't feel good - i am itchy and sore across my belly and legs and my hair isn't as curly as usual. I can remember the last time i came, earlier this week, but only because it was with him (no, not the ex-lover; my lover with the magnificant thighs). The orgasms were huge and glorious, but i haven't touched myself in the days since.

It all began with a pair of black leather boots, zipping up my inner calf. I couldn't resist wearing them, all day, even though one of my toes was cramped uncomfortably in the pointed end, and rubbed sore by the end of the day. And then i went swimming. The broken skin on my bruised toe was enough to let in the bacteria, which eventually spread to the sole of my foot. My toes have been every shade of crimson, purple and, for awhile, a gruesome black.

3 episodes later, 6 weeks, 6 courses of antibiotics, antihistamines to counter the allergy to the antibiotics, a constant diet of painkillers .. i feel parched and uncomfortable, swollen and fractious.

I have a laundry crisis: with only half a foot i have done the minimum of chores (the children's school uniform) and there was nothing i wanted to wear in my wardrobe this morning. I pottered about in my knickers for awhile, but it is not warm enough yet, so i reluctantly found an old pair of jeans. I was surprised they fitted so easily; it is only my skin that is restrictive, rather than my clothes. I have lost my elasticity.