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4:27PM - Saturday November 22, 2003 Dude, so it goes from bad to worse. Not only do I have a broken leg, but my hoohoo is now in revolt. I got my period and developed a yeast infection. Yay. Thank goddess Butch had an extra prescription for that yeast-busting wonder-pill, or I'd be having to sponge-bath oily monistat residue out of my coochie for at least three days. This does not sound like a fun prospect to me. As it is, I had to spongebath what basically amounted to tzatziki out of there this morning. When I went to bed I used a peeled garlic clove, it was sitting up there right beside my keeper, but I was ready to tear my hoohoo out by its roots last night when I was trying to sleep. I made the poor Boy bring me yoghurt, and he mistakenly asked me why I needed yoghurt in bed. "To put on my itchy hoohoo!" I announced. I think he very nearly fainted. "I SO did not need to hear that! I think I'm gonna be sick..." But Lordisa, it felt so good! It cooled the itch down to nothing, and was so soothing--I highly recommend it. Man, all that was missing was the shredded cucumber and the pita bread.
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