I just returned from an entirely too short a weekend up at a cottage near Georgian Bay. It belongs to a guy named John who I know through another friend. Spent Friday night, Saturday and Sunday until nightfall up there. It was really a nice area, got to do some fun things I had never done before, and as Curtis wasn’t there, somehow fate deemed me to be the recipient of all the injuries. I’ll likely blog about the cottage trip in a more positive way once Alicia sends me all the photo’s she took and I can put together a storyboard entry. However, right now, I’ll deal with the injuries.

So a pre-existing one that has been exacerbated is on my left foot. I have some painful blisters and open sores relating to something I haven’t quite worked out, but appears to be mild athletes foot (amusing since I am no athlete). Anyway, walking around in sandles really opened them up and caused some bleeding.

Another set of injuries happened on both feet, the top of my left foot, and the underside of the big toe on my right foot. Caused by sharp stones and zebra mussels while swimming after an inflated tube that had gotten away from Alicia. Very sharp cuts which are at least healing quickly since they were so cleanly sliced. However, more bleeding and pain occured.

Most painful was what happened to my big toe nail on my right foot. I had taken the SeaDoo out for a ride, got to 55mph on it, only the second time on it, and the first time I managed to go that fast. Never fell off, never had a close call… but on dismount I smashed my big toe on what I figure was a rock in the sand in the water. My toe bled profusely around the nail, and I beleive it turned black for a while. Right now it weeps fluid when I put pressure on it (like when walking), and it aching lightly. I don’t know if I’ll lose the nail. If I do, it will be the second time.

And the strangest injury I have is a bruise on my right arm on the underside. Not sure how I got it, and I think I first noticed it yesterday, so I figure whatever happened occured saturday morning or friday night. It’s looking quite evil. Laura suggested it could have been a spider bite, which did little to reassure me. Further, I looked up spider bite on google images, and I decided that I’d rather have it be a bruise.

The loathing part I think can be covered by my own feelings of myself when it comes to some things I noticed about me this weekend, but I’ll keep that to myself.