Day 6

I woke up with throbbing pain in my foot. The night before came rushing back to me. I had felt pressure in my toe and by trying to cut out what I thought was an ingrown nail, I tore the tissue connecting my nail to my skin on one side. Gross, I know. Last night was a blur. The medication I took made the pain go away for the night, but apparently it also made me loco. I kept everyone up until 10. Doctor Sophia had helped me by using every single wound healing toiletry my mom had insisted I bring. I remember feeling sick and getting dizzy the second it started to bleed. That’s when Sophia put Neosporin and a band-aid on it and sent me to bed. It wasn’t so much the pain that kept me up, the throbbing and the constant beating sent through my whole body, is what didn’t let me fall asleep. I managed my regular 4 hours of Spanish every morning none the less, but by lunch, I sat the rest of the day out. Just walking to a cafe, to spend the afternoon with Miss Caroline and an another classmate who decided to sit the day out too, made my whole foot throb. It was worth the conversations we had though. Later instead of going back to my host family, I went to the place Miss Caroline was staying and soaked my foot. (And took advantage of their hot water by taking the hottest shower I’ve taken this week). By the time I got back to the host family it was already dark. I climbed into bed and fell asleep.