It continued until my shoe was completely soaked through with the unknown fluid, and I was praying it would stop before someone noticed. It was draining out of seemingly nowhere - I had no cut, no scratch that I could see, just a teeny-tiny pore-sized break that had spontaneously began to leak. To my horror, the fluid just kept coming. I reached down to wipe at it absentmindedly, but a few seconds later it was wet again. I was sitting in a quiet auditorium, taking an exam with the rest of my classmates, when I noticed my right ankle felt wet. My first experience with lymphorrhea happened when I was a senior in high school. “Are you there, God? It’s me, lymphorrhea.” It’s been one of the most viewed posts here on the site, so I thought it’d be a good idea to revisit the topic and take a more thorough look at lymphorrhea and lymph.
Back in 2011, I wrote a post on lymphorrhea that briefly explained what it is, why it happens, and what to do if it happens to you.
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