It seems that whenever I go on an adventure, my feet suffer. There's of course the sore and tired feet from walking all day around capital cities and cobblestoned villages, around forested mountainsides and up cathedral towers. But that's all part of exploring. My latest foot disaster comes from a tree root in a carpark in Amsterdam.
You could say I stubbed my toe on the uneven bricks that this tree root grew under, causing them to be considerably higher than the surrounding path. You could say it was the worst stubbed toe of my life. It hurt. I swore (sorry dad). I looked down and saw that the skin at the front of my toe was dangling off and already there was quite a lot of blood. We strung together the last three plasters we had to keep everything together until I could find a pharmacy, where I wrapped gauze around it until it resembled the toe of a fresh mummy.
A visit to the doctor confirmed that it would be okay, and I should give it air to heal. At the same time, I had developed a bit of nasty contact dermatitis (an itchy rash) apparently from something I had touched. My feet we're not happy, but luckily healed without a hitch - aka no infection.
Let's hope that my latest foot misadventure is the last.