It's a medical mystery.

My Saturday started out just like any other.
I got up, had breakfast, then got ready for work.
I wore my striped Maxi from Banana Republic and my new denim jacket.
Off to the boutique I went.

After work, The Dizzle picked me up and we went over to his Mom's for our little "Dutch Gathering."
There were tulips and croquettes and Heinekens galore.
Steve and Maya (Verner's sister) came over with the two little munchkins and grand times were had.

I crawled around with the kids, playing hide and seek for a bit, but other than that,
nothing out of the ordinary.

After dinner, Verner and I decided it was high time to get that three week old bird poop off our car and take her through the drive-thru car wash.
It was the best $11 date we had, that drive-thru.
Music on the radio, a shared Bud Light (it's not really drinking and driving when you're sitting, stationary inside a car wash, mmk?), and a colorful wax show.
What more could you want, really? ;)

After that, we went back to Steve and Maya's and proceeded to drink wine.

Many glasses of wine.

Greg (Steve's brother) and Nicole (Greg's girlfriend) came over and we drank some more.

We gathered around the kitchen island and talked and laughed and talked some more.

I really didn't get up much except for the 10 minutes Nicole and I spent in the bathroom talking about breast augmentation and such.

But that's neither here nor there.

Around 12:00am, when I had no business even being awake anymore, we all decided to walk down the street to the local bar.

We got there, we ordered cosmos to channel our inner Sex And The City, 

then went to the back patio area for about 60 seconds.

Then Greg and Nicole left and it was just me, Verner, and Steve.

We talked about flea markets and furniture.

Then around 1:30am, when I really had no business being awake,

The Dizz and I decided to go get Mexican food.

Because, well, why wouldn't we?

We went to this place in the Mission where I can't even remember the name anymore.

It was dingy and it was divey, but holy guac, it was amazing.

The nachos! You must eat the nachos.

And the 5 pound burritos! I think I only got through 1 pound, but still. That was glorious, too.

I remember helping this older woman (who MAYBE was a man?) get her salsa cap on her containers because she couldn't do it and after watching her 5 failed attempts and no one else was helping her (him?) I stepped in and saved the day!

And then that's it!

That's IT.

We went home and went to bed.

And here's where things get weird.

I woke up the next morning feeling a deep sting on my left leg,

and when I went to look at it, this is what I saw:

A puffy...red....stingy....something.
There was no blood and no visible cut.

About an hour later, it looked like this:

Still puffy and still red and still stingy.
The Dizz suggested I wash it?
So I did.
And the warm water made it sting like a mother.

A few more hours passed and it looked like this:

Looked like maybe a little blister was starting to form?

By nightfall, a definite blister. Gross.

This morning, I went to check the battle wound:

Excuse the trash.
But it still stings.
And look at that blister!

My first thought is: Burn?

But don't you think I'd REMEMBER getting BURNED sometime between work and late-night Mexican?
I mean, drinks were had, yes, but I remember everything else!

Maybe it's not a burn.
Maybe someone shanked me at the Mexican joint.
But then there'd be blood. So I guess that theory is out.

Anyway, you guys figured out my medical mystery last year when I was in Thailand and woke up with welts, which really turned out to be jellyfish stings, so I figured, hey, what the heck, let them have at it!

Any idea what this mystery battlewound could be from??
Please don't tell me some gross bug attacked me in the night and is burrowed underneath my skin and that that's not really a blister, but actually eggs laid inside my leg? Shudder.

Oh and hey, happy Monday.
Hope your weekend was swell and battle-wound-free.

xoxo

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