No, I'm not talking about the dog book/film (although I did watch part of that film on my way home from Scotland last year and cried my eyes out). I'm talking about Mr. Rasta himself, Bob.
Did you know that Bob Marley injured his toe playing soccer in London? And it got infected? And the infection developed into a cancer? And that he refused to have the toe amputated due to his Rastafarian beliefs? And that it spread to his brain and caused his death?
Yeah, well, I didn't know most of that either until my friend Audrey (who is also Jamaican and whose dreads are way cooler than Bob's_ told me Monday morning at school. I went straight to the phone, called my doctor and made an appointment for today to load up on some drugs.
As a self proclaimed hypochondriac, I had already spent all of Sunday soaking my foot in a concoction of Epson salt, rubbing alcohol, Cortisone cream, peroxide and then bandaging with special British plasters infused with some other anti-infection agent.
The problem was, my toe was already infected (due to me cheaping out and giving myself a pedicure instead of going to the salon; after I accidentally ripped the toenail too short, I really wasn't interested in removing the polish or re-painting: I was in too much pain so I stopped... hence the pictured state).
So, what's La Pointe of It All? It's this - if your toe gets infected and it looks anything like this, get to your doctor immediately and get some antibiotics. Don't do what I normally would've done and try to wait it out. When I showed it to the nurse at my physicians office today, she expressed immediate concern. The infection has already begun to make its way to other parts of my body. My lymph nodes ache in my neck, I have a headache, my joints on the right side of my body are sore, etc.
Thankfully, I'm not stubborn like Bob Marley; I'll live.
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