My foot = healing

March 16, 2008

Back in Cairns for about a week now. Boy shucks did I do some kind of number on my foot. The worst part about it is, I didn’t even get the pleasure of doing something stupid to get this way! I have no idea what happened, but my foot is puffy and creepy looking. I finally gave in to the pleas from those near me and visited a doctor yesterday. He prescribed some antibiotics. I made sure to get decent painkillers as well because the OTC crizap they’ve got in this country ain’t nothin’ compared to the horse tranquilizers handed out like candy in the US. I also got some x-rays taken earlier this afternoon to make sure I haven’t screwed up any of my bones. I may have to go back to the doctor if something turns up. If this crap keeps up, I’ll be looking into getting a temporary medicare card to handle some of the costs. So far, treatment hasn’t been too expensive anyway.

I had a crazy waking nightmare last night. One of those things you can’t describe. But I bet I looked silly, scrambling around my bed while also writhing in agonizing pain. I downed a couple regular-strength painkillers which eventually knocked me back out. Which reminds me of a similarly funny story from when I was on the boat, where I woke up in the middle of the night and was probably searching around for about a minute for the bowline of the dinghy. Took me that long to figure out that I was actually in bed, and not working.

My methane production level is also at an all-time high thanks to the cocktail of pills I take throughout the day. Suffice it to say that business is booming… in my pants. My ass-o-phone is playing in B Major. Some day I’ll invent an ass-shaped speaker so that computers can fart in the future. You’ll be able to send farts to people all around in some kind of midi-based format. I think it’s important that our history and culture be preserved in this way.

Since I’ve left the trip, some interesting things have developed on the boat. First off, one of the drivers - actually the guy we brought aboard a week and half into the trip - was removed for personal medical reasons. Interestingly, Greg has left due to an infected cut on his leg that’s making work impossible. He was supposed to come back tonight, but instead is staying in a hospital on Thursday Island for at least a couple days before he returns to Cairns. When he does, we’re planning to embark on our road-trip through the outback in the FWD of yet another driver who’s voluntarily leaving the trip, at least last I heard. This was as of a few days go. Hopefully we’re still go because I’m looking forward to it mightily. In the meantime, I’m hobbling around on a set of crutches I hired from a local chemist today.

I’ve been surprised to find that I’m not land-sick at all. When I got off the Whitsundays trip back when, I felt like I was still rolling for a couple days afterward. Nothing of the sort now. I guess my mind’s gotten used to switching back and forth.

I wrangled some ends on the DVS website that were left loose due to my hasty departure a month and a half ago. The site is getting plenty of attention and being received well. Still have a couple more minor modifications and additions to take care of. But I’m pleased overall with how it’s shaped up.

Random things…

I complained to my mom yesterday that I’m appalled at the quality of cheese in this country. All of it is very dry and lacking in subtlety. Colby is a white abomination that doesn’t resemble at all the lovely, smooth, yellow blocks of yore. Instead of American singles, they have “Tasty” cheese, which I’ve been told is actually the name of the flavor, and not a brand nor an adjective used to describe things you like. I don’t think I’ve tried it yet. I’m not hoping for the best. They’ve never even heard of provolone, perhaps the greatest sandwich cheese in existence! And their mozzarella is bland and flaky. *scoff*

The next one is aimed directly at my sister, because I think she’s the only person I know who can fully appreciate the masterful awesomeness of this. There’s a nearby town called Innisfail. But every time I hear someone say it out loud, all I can think of is “Anusville”, and I want so much to say something. The hilarity practically writes itself! Terrific!

March 22, 2008

So two days ago I finally cut a big-ass hole in the bottom of my foot. Turns out the giant knot down there was full of puss and fun. As soon as I ripped into the jell-o-y meat of it, it came oozing out all over the place. I’ve re-dressed it twice since first slapping some gauze on. Each time it looks progressively less disgusting (given the giant, running sore in the middle of it). Yay! It’s also feeling much better. I can stretch my toes out, and actually put some pressure on it without turning red in the face!

I called back twice to the doctor to see about my x-rays, but they hadn’t received them either time and I’ve grown tired of having to be proactive about it. So you know what? Screw it. My foot feels better and they can go to hell.

George and I headed to Cow Bay yesterday and stayed the night. He was relieved to finally get up there after a month of being rained out. Got some stuff done, I think. I just sat there with my foot healing like a pansy. I also ate food.

Greg’s still in the hospital, but supposed to return on Sunday, two days from now.

Additionally, all fine-tuning I can think of has been done to the DVS site. Go see if you can spot all the seemingly minute changes!

No pictures because Telstra is a money-grubbing abortion of a company.

Hopefully stuff.