OK, so this will also be known as the “foot post”.

On Sunday I went to the beach with some friends and went swimming. I cut my feet on the barnacles while  I was in the water. Then I walked back to my towel (on the sand, obviously). And I got sand in my feet. When I got back to the school I found a first aid kit and got some sand but not all out of the cuts, and bandaged it up. On Monday (Yesterday) it hurt even worse and I could barely walk.

I found a prof who in turn found someone to drive me to the doctor. After waiting for a half an hour for her to show up, I was driven to Weymouth. The doctor cleaned my foot up, scraped the sand out with some Tweezers (or other sharp metal object) and bandaged me up. I have to take my antibiotics 4 times a day. 1 hour before or 3 hours after eating, for 7 days. I can’t get my foot wet for two days. I can’t walk barefoot on the sand for 10 days (but by the time that’s up I’ll be home).

So that’s the story. It was insanely difficult to shower with one leg today while the other (my right leg) was hanging out of the bathtub.

I’m glad this didn’t happen at the beginning of the week or I would have been freaking out and wanting to come home (or at least even more than I was then)

Today has been a little difficult. There’s a lot of stairs here and the elevators are broken most of the time. I need to wash clothes but don’t want to walk to the bank to get change (I’m gonna ask Jill to come with me, just in case). I feel like such a baby, but I’m glad mom made me go to the doctor or else it would’ve gotten way worse. I’m trying to be independent and not have people help me. There’s not much they can do besides carry me, and that’s a little much.

I’m glad me foot will be a little better by the time I’m back in P’tit Bois. Although, I might lie a little bit so I can go with Nicole again .

10 days and I’m home.

14 days and I’m 18.

Holy crap