Bandage: (n) a strip of material used to bind a wound or to protect an injured part of the body.
The reason “the truth makes you free” is that you do not have to exhaust yourself finding new hiding places for your stupidity.
During a particularly stubborn point in my life, I developed an infection in my left big toe.
I didn’t think much about it. At first it just looked like athlete’s foot. (Matter of fact, that’s what I called it. I was rather proud to be athletic enough to have a corresponding foot.)
But it got worse. It festered and then spread to my nearby toe, so I had two little fellas who were now unable to go to market.
My denial increased.
I did not want to go to the doctor with it because I felt ridiculous asking a man of medicine to deal with “my little piggies.”
It began to seep pus, having to be bandaged every day by a friend of mine, who was so gracious that she pretended it wasn’t a big deal.
After a while, it stunk.
She and I pretended like it didn’t, so as to keep propriety moving along properly. Then it started turning black.
That’s not good.
So I tried more home remedies, and convinced myself on a daily basis that it appeared to be healing. I even bought some silver over the Internet because it was referred to as an “old-fashioned antibiotic” that I could pour on the wound and believe I had discovered some great medical elixir of the gods.
My toe got so sick that it finally made all of me sick. I went to the hospital, but was too late to save the two toes, so they were amputated.
I hope I haven’t grossed you out with my story, and if you’re still reading it, you must have a great constitution.
But here’s the truth about bandages:
They were created to cover a wound while it’s healing … not disguise a wound that needs treatment.
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