I’m in pain. Severe pain. And I have no idea how I’m going to get over to the other side of Panama to get on this boat…
I’ve been battling an ingrown toenail for a couple months now. Way back when, I cut my nail down to try and dig it out – nada. I’ve just lived with it like that all this time, until now.
About four or five days ago, my toe suddenly got very painful. Very. I managed to get myself here to Panama City and headed off to the doctor.
“It’s infected where you cut it,” he told me. “We can’t cut out the nail now, because the infection will just spread.”
So – I’m now taking antibiotics and painkillers and trying like heck to get this infection cleared up. At this point, I don’t know if the ingrown toenail is hurting like heck, or the infection. What I do know, however, is that my toe hurts like the dickens!
The problem is that we are a two day ride away from the dock for the boat to Colombia and the boat is leaving in four days. In other words, we have to go. Right now, we don’t have the luxury of time to let this blasted thing heal.
We still don’t know what we’re going to do – we’re batting around all the options. Maybe I’ll hitch a ride in a truck while John and the boys cycle? Maybe I’ll fly and meet them at the other end? I suppose only time will tell how this all pans out…