Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Wounded Soldier


Yesterday I woke up feeling nauseous and less than motivated to travel to placement.  I contemplated staying in the warmth of my bed but painfully pulled myself out anyways. I choked down some oatmeal only causing minimal irritation to the not  1, not 2, but 3 sores in my mouth. I’m not sure where these came from, but I can only assume it is from eating spicy food all of the time.  For the past week and a half eating has been a struggle & brushing my teeth has been just about traumatizing.  Anyways, Edward & I arrived at the station a bit early so we decided to sit for a bit and drink some coffee.  Afterwards, we headed up the stairs to get on the other side of the platform. As we are walking up, Edward trips and I grab on to him in an attempt to save him. Before I know it, I am loosing balance and start falling forward. My shoe slips off and my foot catches on to the step and gets slashed by something sharp. At first I’m laughing at how goofy we must look and then I realize that my foot hurts a little bit. I look down and blood is literally flowing from my foot. There is a pool of blood in my Birkenstock and a trail of blood leading to the top of the stairs. In typical Indian fashion a small crowd starts to form around us yelling out directions in Tamil of what to do next. Edwards is dragging me across the flat and I am doing my best to hop along.  Obviously, my biggest concern was saving my Birks, I love those babies more than anything! We fixed a bandage out of his handkerchief and cleaned it once we got to WIN. However, we needed to be in Pudupakkam an hour ago so we had to walk 2 km as quickly as possible. I felt like a wounded solider as I dragged myself along the cracked earth in the blazing afternoon heat.  The whole time I was fantasying about how my day would have gone if I just stayed in my bed. Although my mobility is a bit limited currently, the sheer ridiculousness of it all makes me giggle. Edward was the biggest trooper of all dealing with my foot issues and not to mention that the sole of his shoe got ripped off as well! 

I write all this as I am about to leave for 5 days on a trip to Hyderbad. There will be lots of walking and lots of spicy foods. Hopefully I will be alive by the end of it! 

xoxo,
Becca

2 comments:

  1. I hope you are okay. Does your foot/leg still hurt??

    Mom

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  2. Obviously, the expectation levels are always high, and they are again. So, we'll just get ready to take the journey.

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