Ok I meant to say this in the other post. I think some people will say, isn’t it more likely that it was one of your old toenails? And the answer is no. For one thing, I don’t pick at my nails until they bleed. For another thing, I didn’t already have MRSA. 

A toenail in my room would not have had MRSA on it. Also, I simply have not pulled off a toenail with a corner of blood.

I mean it is gross but I want to say that I think if you dismiss what I am saying and tell yourself that it was probably one of my toenails then you are really kind of lazy and don’t understand the chain of events.

Ok one more topic while people are discrediting me. I think it is possible that this is my second case of stigmata. I mean that kind of loosely but it happened on exactly the day I had a TLE seizure doing comedy. And when I was doing well in creative writing school that time I had excema on my hands and feet. And it is symbolic in a literary way but also obviously kind of comical also.

Think of your wounds. Is there not an interesting religious interpretation? I just think I am not going to have the real Catholic stigmata but I had these times of successful creativity and that is where my witness is and God marked it with kind of a comical level of embarrassing health problem.

What I am not including was when I had the excema wound on my foot and stepped in NYC puddles. That is dangerous. These health things happen to people on a dirty city and I am thankful I have an explanation for my mysterious illness.

I don’t keep things to myself in the ways some people do. You can earn rewards by not calling yourself a saint.  But I don’t mean it like that. I mean look at God doing interesting things with our lives.