My brush with Athlete's Foot, Ha!

So you were waiting for me to make another posting. I must say that this blogging business does get a bit tiresome or do I hear procrastination? Anyways, here is the deal. I was struck down, quite literally, by a severe attack of Athlete's Foot. For those not in the know, this has little to do with my Athletic prowess, having stopped playing social soccer eons ago. So how did I 'catch' this thing, which I am told is right next to STDs in terms of pain and irritation.

I did qualify myself there folks. I never did imply that I have ever suffred from what used to be called i-Ha during those heydays. It was well before the days of HIV when having a veneral diesease was like an act of bravery in the field of war. Guys used to parade their latest aquisition for all to see before running the gauntlet at the local clinic full of sadistic nurses.

Why was it called i-Ha you might ask? Well, during those days when we noticed the tell tale signs that a mate had it, like the staggered walk, grimacing and taking cover when going to pee, we would accost the victim and ask him how it felt like. The response would most likely be an exclamation that sounded something like a gutteral - Ha! Indicating that the pain was beyond explanation.

So much for inxeba lendoda (scar of the male - STD of course) to inxeba lenyawo (of the foot). Ha! that thing is painful I tell you! I was given the best of a whole week of sick by my good doctor and drinking mate Jabu also previously known during our univesrity days as Doctor Doctor! ( After a TV comedy of the same name) This had certainly nothing to do with the fact that we are experiencing the first pangs of the Southern Hemisphere winter.

I just couldn't move. I had sores all over my twinkle toes. So bad was it that I spent a grand total of Z$7 million on sandals and and prescriptions!!! No beer for the next two weeks it meant. With my limited movement, I was stumped. The wife was happy sort of. The bugger will stay put for once in his miserable life, or so she thought. I braved the odds, determined to get to town and work (after hours of course) you should have seen the stares I was attracting. It was as if they were saying...We know what you are suffering from, pervert! i-Ha!

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