I suppose "they" are right sometimes
You know what “they” say?
They say when you have a blister filled with water, you shouldn’t pop it.
They say that water is protective. Keeps it from getting infected.
BAH! I say to they.
It’s no big deal. I pop my blisters all the time. I hate that poofy skin feeling.
I used to take ballet lessons (on toe) as a kid. I have worn many a cheap shoe in my life. I’ve had a lot of blisters.
I pop ’em all.
No big whoop.
On Sunday The Good Man and I went for a long walk out at a nearby nature preserve. I was wearing new shoes. I got a pretty big blister on my left ring toe. I popped it. Whatev.
It now has refilled itself. With gray-green pus.
Gross!
I hate it when “they” are right….
(Channeling my inner Russian grandmother. Betcha didn’t know I had one of those? But I do.)
“Why? Why, bubbie? Why did you pop that blister? You know what they say, don’t you? They say don’t pop blisters. Now they are going to have to cut your toe off! And put on a jacket!”
