I went to the doctor for The Black Spot. It’s no curse, just a nasty illness. I have Staph Impetigo! I likely picked up this insidious infection while grappling. So now, I get to take a full load of antibiotics and not go the gym or train (or compete in the Throwdown tournament) for a couple weeks. Since I picked it up grappling and have trained since then, I did the courtesy of calling my training partners to inform them. Here’s how it went with one of my partners named “G”:
G: Sure, what’s up?
Me: Remember that night when we got sweaty and rolled around together? It was that Monday night when we just kind of “ended up” at the gym at the same time?
G: Yes, yes. Of course I remember that night. How could I forget…
Me: Well, the doctor told me I have impetigo. I, uh, thought you should know. You should get tested.
Me: I’m so sorry, G!
G: Whore! (click)
One call down, twenty to go. Maybe I should learn to have some discretion with those I grapple with.