A story of a foot (toe)... try again.
This ones from 13/10/06:
Ok, finally I’m doing this. Here is my brief version of events that lead to my foot being hurt. It’s actually quite a long story if I tell it all (which I don’t). Point of the story is Carol, Karl & I (refer my photos for pictures) went to Cape Shank for the day, the plan was to go down the boardwalk onto the beach for a bit then back up and on an hour long bush walk to a different area of beach then have lunch in town and then go on a bush walk out to point nepean (depending how long that would take). Anyway, we had gone down the boardwalk (20minute walk maybe less) and went to the beach on the right we then climbed all over the rocks for quite a while. I scrapped my knee but nothing major. I love it, it was like adventures in PNG where we explored new and different things and didn’t really care… By this time we’d discussed the fact that I was due for a tetnus update, I had never been to hospital and Karl had said to Carol that if any of us was going to end up in hospital that day it was going to be me… I was enjoying the adventure. We kept going ‘a little bit further’ till we decided that the tide was coming in so if we didn’t go back soon we wouldn’t be able to get back… so we went back. Back up to the boardwalk then down the other side, this is more open, flat rock beach (as opposed to the other side which was a small rock beach and heaps of big rocks you have to climb over and around and heaps of little rock pools). Karl dared me to go out to a platform rock which was in a couple meters (my prize was a hug) coz I was in pants I dared him to (same prize) so we took off our shoes and started looking for an easy way across. I went in the water a little (walking on the bigger rocks (like 20cm across and up)), then I decided to go back up to the shore where carol was sitting on a reasonably big rock. On the way back the small rock under me slipped and my foot went into about 10cm deep water, I thought I’d just banged my little toe against the rock next to me (you know when you stub your little toe it REALLY hurts). Anyway, I kept going back to Carol at some point I turned around and found a trail of blood and a pool under my foot. This is part of it:
I took a seat and ended up getting blood on the back of my leg as well: After washing my foot and sock in the ocean we wrapped my sock around my toes held on by my hair tie then walked back up the boardwalk (probably took about 40 minutes this time) I had 2 mild asthma attacks (not good when you’ve got a walk ahead of you) and was feel rather nauseous most of the way – especially when K&C were talking about my toe falling off. Long story short – I’d cut basically half way around my little toe (from the outside of my foot to the inside) then, apparently, half way into my little toe (so Carol has told me). We went to the dr but they couldn’t see us for 3 hrs, so we went to the hospital where there was at least a 2hr wait so we decided to go for lunch (it didn’t hurt, the only time it’d hurt was when they washed it with clean water half way up) then we went back to near home and got 4 stitches put in – lots of local needed – 3 shots initially which wore off during the second stitch so then more shots. I was in hysterics during it, I felt like he was literally cutting the skin on my food… not a nice feeling… I screamed a few times and the door was open so everyone in the waiting room heard – hehe. The nurse was lovely and eventually put me on oxygen (I’m not good with pain coz I don’t hurt myself often!) which settled me down heaps – Carol (who was in the room with me) couldn’t believe how much I settled then. Anyway, so the stitches came out 2 weeks later (it didn’t heal well enough after one week) which was a few days ago. I almost kicked the nurse in the face when she was doing it… Anyway, so other than a bit of dead skin and the inability to bend my toe completely (which may heal) I am fine… but it was quite an adventure – just think – you are not allowed to get the bottom of your toe underneath wet, dirty, got to keep it raised and bandaged… not an easy task – remember it’s summer here now!!! Oh well. It’s all good, and the day ended up being one of the funest days I’ve had in a long time, thanks to Carol and Karl… they were very patient!!! And just fun despite what was happening. I had a really good, relaxing day, I’m looking forward to going back soon (and wearing shoes) and doing the bush walks we had planned…
Ok, finally I’m doing this. Here is my brief version of events that lead to my foot being hurt. It’s actually quite a long story if I tell it all (which I don’t). Point of the story is Carol, Karl & I (refer my photos for pictures) went to Cape Shank for the day, the plan was to go down the boardwalk onto the beach for a bit then back up and on an hour long bush walk to a different area of beach then have lunch in town and then go on a bush walk out to point nepean (depending how long that would take). Anyway, we had gone down the boardwalk (20minute walk maybe less) and went to the beach on the right we then climbed all over the rocks for quite a while. I scrapped my knee but nothing major. I love it, it was like adventures in PNG where we explored new and different things and didn’t really care… By this time we’d discussed the fact that I was due for a tetnus update, I had never been to hospital and Karl had said to Carol that if any of us was going to end up in hospital that day it was going to be me… I was enjoying the adventure. We kept going ‘a little bit further’ till we decided that the tide was coming in so if we didn’t go back soon we wouldn’t be able to get back… so we went back. Back up to the boardwalk then down the other side, this is more open, flat rock beach (as opposed to the other side which was a small rock beach and heaps of big rocks you have to climb over and around and heaps of little rock pools). Karl dared me to go out to a platform rock which was in a couple meters (my prize was a hug) coz I was in pants I dared him to (same prize) so we took off our shoes and started looking for an easy way across. I went in the water a little (walking on the bigger rocks (like 20cm across and up)), then I decided to go back up to the shore where carol was sitting on a reasonably big rock. On the way back the small rock under me slipped and my foot went into about 10cm deep water, I thought I’d just banged my little toe against the rock next to me (you know when you stub your little toe it REALLY hurts). Anyway, I kept going back to Carol at some point I turned around and found a trail of blood and a pool under my foot. This is part of it:
I took a seat and ended up getting blood on the back of my leg as well: After washing my foot and sock in the ocean we wrapped my sock around my toes held on by my hair tie then walked back up the boardwalk (probably took about 40 minutes this time) I had 2 mild asthma attacks (not good when you’ve got a walk ahead of you) and was feel rather nauseous most of the way – especially when K&C were talking about my toe falling off. Long story short – I’d cut basically half way around my little toe (from the outside of my foot to the inside) then, apparently, half way into my little toe (so Carol has told me). We went to the dr but they couldn’t see us for 3 hrs, so we went to the hospital where there was at least a 2hr wait so we decided to go for lunch (it didn’t hurt, the only time it’d hurt was when they washed it with clean water half way up) then we went back to near home and got 4 stitches put in – lots of local needed – 3 shots initially which wore off during the second stitch so then more shots. I was in hysterics during it, I felt like he was literally cutting the skin on my food… not a nice feeling… I screamed a few times and the door was open so everyone in the waiting room heard – hehe. The nurse was lovely and eventually put me on oxygen (I’m not good with pain coz I don’t hurt myself often!) which settled me down heaps – Carol (who was in the room with me) couldn’t believe how much I settled then. Anyway, so the stitches came out 2 weeks later (it didn’t heal well enough after one week) which was a few days ago. I almost kicked the nurse in the face when she was doing it… Anyway, so other than a bit of dead skin and the inability to bend my toe completely (which may heal) I am fine… but it was quite an adventure – just think – you are not allowed to get the bottom of your toe underneath wet, dirty, got to keep it raised and bandaged… not an easy task – remember it’s summer here now!!! Oh well. It’s all good, and the day ended up being one of the funest days I’ve had in a long time, thanks to Carol and Karl… they were very patient!!! And just fun despite what was happening. I had a really good, relaxing day, I’m looking forward to going back soon (and wearing shoes) and doing the bush walks we had planned…
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