I was stung by a wasp on Friday. It stung the arch of my left foot. Before I even knew what had happened, I had thrown my sandal and yelled, leaving me hobbling on one foot and embarrassed. Some dude under a tree was looking at me. I didn't bother explaining.
Who knew a wasp could do so much damage. Before long my foot was swollen and sore to the bone. The next day, the swelling was worse and there was the additional annoyance of the itch. The internet wisdom said "don't scratch, it will make it worse". Make what worse I wondered. The itch, or the overall experience, or? The itch was getting worse by the second. scratch it. scratch it. scratch it. comon scratch it. I gave in. It was an intensely pleasurable experience. I loved it. I couldn't stop. Such relief. wow. I rubbed, I scratched, I massaged....and then.....I stopped. Immediately the burn started. Like road rash or a sunburn, only deep in the whole foot. Woah. Ok so that's what they meant. True, the pain was worse. But I no longer had the little repetitive mind bug and that, my friends, was worth it. Yup, I would trade the itch for the burn any time. Plus you get the little orgasmic experience of the scratch. It's a good trade.
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