I'm really tired of my fingers peeling and being painful and just generally gross. They look like this:
Maybe I should explain how this happened. I get hurt all the time, in very stupid ways. It's been this way since I was a small child, my mom used to call me Bompy-Lou, since I was always "bomping" into things.
This particular injury (along with several othes) I acquired in Mexico, two weeks ago, on a dream vacation with my friends on the Yucatan Peninsula.
Actually, let me go back to 5 days before we left.
It started out as a warm, muggy Monday, at least what we'd call warm and muggy in the Pacific Northwest. My mom and I were working at a nearby customer, doing our usual pulling weeds and planting native plants.
After a while it was time to prune a bizarre looking plum tree. This particular tree had thorns roughly two inches long and almost as thick as a pencil at the bottom, but as they were few and far between we worked around them diligently, throwing the unwanted branches onto the ground nearby.
When we were done we left the branches where they were to be picked up when we finished. At one point I had to walk by them, and I stepped on the small, unassuming branches, thinking my garden clogs with inch-thick rubber souls would protect me.
I was wrong.
I don't usually cry from pain, but I cried like a baby then. As the thorn had penetrated the rubber soul of my clog and then deep into my foot, my mom had to pull it out with the strength required to uncork a wine bottle when you have no corkscrew and you desperately need a drink NOW. Worst. Pain. Ever.
So anyway, there I was several days before a long-awaited vacation, with a nasty puncture wound in my foot that made it almost impossible to walk. Fortunately, I (for once in my life) had a stroke of good sense and went to see a doctor about my injury the next day. She prescribed me antibiotics to fight off the growing infection. Unfortunately, the bottle had this label on it:
Well fuck that, I thought, I'm going to Mexico and I'm going to be in the sun and I'm going to have the greatest fucking time of my life. So I bought 80 proof sunscreen. (I just realized this really has nothing to do with progressing the story because I didn't get sunburned or discolored as it threatened I might. But I thought you'd want to know.)
Several days went by, several awful days. My foot steadily got better, but I was having Boy Drama. Yes I still have Boy Drama. When do they become men? I haven't figured that out yet. So this was me in the days leading up to the trip:
Well finally the big day came, all nine of us managed to make it to Cancun without much trouble, we rented our cars, bought lots of rice, beans, and vodka at the local Wal-Mart, and made it to our magical paradise dream vacation home of awesomeness near Tulum.
This post is getting out of hand. BUT I'M NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE!!!
By the second night in Mexico my Boy Drama still hadn't been resolved so I spent several hours like this again:
Which eventually led to this:
Which led to:
They say you should never mix alcohol and swimming because, you know, you might pass out and drown or something. For me the danger was grabbing excitedly onto the sharp bottom of one of the tiled in-pool bar stools while flailing about trying to make a speedy getaway in a quick game of Marco Polo.
At least I remembered to pack band-aids. But not very many.
Later, after five years of fun had been packed into three days, we found ourselves exploring a local nature reserve. This consisted of driving our tiny rental cars down a crazy bumpy pot hole-y road in the middle of the Mexican jungle.
We pulled over near a bridge where some locals were fishing and found a primitive parking spot with a trail heading into the jungly brush, which we hoped went in the direction of a beach. Lucky us, it did! The trail took us along the edge of a sand bank that was maybe four feet above the beach. Most of us were careful to stay several feet away from the edge, but I got distracted by an eagle in a tree...
(I was having trouble drawing a sand bank so here's an actual picture of the incident.)
So that's how I sprained my ankle in Mexico. I managed to buy an ace bandage at the pharmacy that evening, along with some new band-aids for the disgusting, festering wounds on my fingers.
The next day we went to visit the Mayan ruins of Coba. I walked all over the ruins with my ace-bandaged ankle and even climbed a goddamn pyramid and made it back down safely.
But after I was safely back on the ground:
Sigh.
Oh, and the Mexican band-aids I bought gave me a rash. A bad one. Which blistered, all over my wounds. Which is how I ended up with my current affliction.
I like your drawings, :P I'm sorry Mexico hated you, I'm glad you had fun, and you should totally tell me about the Boy Drama sometime soon!
ReplyDelete... ok, I totally love the drawings, ><
~Sarah
Pheeb. You have not yet told me about that cyclical 3 part picture appearing twice in your blog, nor your "Relationship Status" Change on fb. CALL ME!!!! Unless we hang out this 4 day weekend...but that depends on if I get over my cold. BUT I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THANKSGIVING FOR THIS ALL-IMPORTANT Boy Drama!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh, and me and Ingi also got a HUUUUUGE kick out of ALL your drawings...especially this one and the "Funniest Moments" one. XD
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