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A little over 20 years ago I had a work trip to Tampa and a workmate of mine (Brooks) said to come to the east coast for a few days to hang at his mom's condo in I believe Deerfield Beach. He picks me up at the Ft Lauderdale airport with a big bottle of Belgian beer between his legs and a cooler full on ice in the back seat. We consumed a little too much Belgian triple and went down to the intercoastal. Being a midwesterner in an altered state of mine I didn't realize I was walking on razor sharp corals. I told Brooks my feet hurt and after his inspection he said, yeah this isn't good. But then he remembered they just shocked the hot tub with chlorine and I soaked my feet. I could barely walk for a week but never had an issue. Sadly Brooks died while diving in Bali 10 years later. Awesome person and a good friend.
I agree, check for a fever but I'd wager if you went to the doctor they'd prescribe something just to be sure.
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