Between the toes

Last Friday in the swimming school locker room my double-jointed toe got caught in the plastic grating laid down across the floor. As I went to step forward, my toe curled under the grating and I caught the edge of it between the toes.

Luckily, I was by myself and nobody saw my agony.

But the pain quickly passed and I forgot about it. Until Saturday night. After a day in Sao Paulo for the youth camp meeting, it was throbbing by the time I got home.

By Monday I wasn’t sure if it was the soreness from the accident or if I was getting an infection.

By this morning I was fairly sure my toe had somehow, perhaps by trauma, perhaps by finding a bug under the grating, gotten infected.

I’ve twice had a foot infection. The first time I caught it in a shower in a local gym where I had started working out after two months. I was a week off my feet.

The second time, in a shower at the youth camp, during the National Christian Workers Encounter.

And now again.

Since I’m traveling to Recife today, I rushed to the doctor yesterday afternoon, who worked me in.

I first went to her two years ago after the second foot infection, since I don’t have a personal physician. She was the kids’ pediatrician, a homeopathic doctor who also treats adults at times.

The last time I saw her was in Sept., 2006, to get my doctor’s clearance for any skin infections or eruptions, so I could start swimming.

She was intrigued by my one kidney and had me do ultrasound and other tests galore. Results: I was going to survive.

This time she told me I was in good shape for my advanced age. But encouraged me to do a check-up.

Gave me some drops to take and a cream for the toe. But I can’t let the medicine go through the airport x-ray.

I’m praying this infection won’t cause me problems during the seminar I’ll be teaching over the weekend or during my travels to and fro. Praying to that end.

J. Randal Matheny

Be pithy.

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