Problems

once i had a boil on my butt
and i went to the doctor. She told me

just to keep it clean and it will go away.
that was about a year ago now.

Now i get boils on my butt and in between my legs.
It is so annoying. It hurts when I sit down

and thats all we do in High School.
I am obese and my mother says

its because my legs are rubbing together.
She is probably right.

I am trying hard to lose weight
but these boils are getting in the way.

it is getting out of hand. Oh yeah, and
for some reason, which i don't know, all these boils

are leaving purple marks and not small ones.
I just need some help with this.

Is this a huge problem?



From a comment left at MedicineNet.com, 25 June 2013. Submitted by Jo Bell.

Where Is Thy Sting?

Sweat bee; light, ephemeral, almost fruity,
a tiny spark has singed a single hair
on your arm. Fire ant; sharp, sudden, mildly
alarming, like walking across a shag
carpet and reaching for the light switch.

Bullhorn acacia ant; a rare, piercing,
elevated sort of pain. Someone
has fired a staple into your cheek.

Bald-faced hornet; rich, hearty, slightly crunchy,
getting your hand mashed in a revolving door.
Yellowjacket, hot and smoky, almost
irreverent, imagine W. C. Fields
extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.

Honey bee and European hornet;
a matchhead that flips off and burns on your skin.
Red harvester ant; bold and unrelenting,
somebody is using a drill
to excavate your ingrown toenail.

Paper wasp, caustic and burning. Like
spilling a beaker of hydrochloric
acid on a paper cut. Blinding, fierce,
shockingly electric, a running hair drier
has been dropped into your bubble bath.

Bullet ant; pure, intense, brilliant pain.
Like fire-walking over flaming charcoal
with a three-inch rusty nail in your heel.




From the examples of the Schmidt Sting Pain Index on Wikipedia. A few words removed to aid scansion: 'Similar to' (line 10); 'Like a' (15); 'distinctly bitter aftertaste' (19); 'Tarantula hawk:' (21). Punctuation amended. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.

The incident of the barbecue in the night-time

Successful barby,
christened new fire pit,
ate much tasty food,

burnt much British charcoal,
did a wheelie on a mate's bike
(in a small garden),

went over handlebars
into (thankfully cold) barbecue,
landing on face,

drank ale. And I'm not
relishing going to work
in the morning.




A friend's Facebook status from 3 May 2011. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.