Don't worry, its Betadine, not blood!
I’d like to say I received this injury whilst saving starving orphans from a dump, or through rescuing bears from poachers in the depths of the Cambodian jungle, but alas I would be lying. Unfortunately my tale of woe is a lot less interesting…
Recently I had a pair of sensible English teaching sandals made here in Phnom Penh. For $15, they are great. However, as with many new shoes, they began to rub my foot after I was caught in the monsoonal rain. As I was at work, I had no choice but to suffer the pain. I find when new shoes do rub, tis best to just stick on a plaster and ride out the pain. And this I did. But after another day of ouchies, I decided to change shoes for the remainder of the week, and let my wound heal. Unfortunately, my body had other ideas, and by Friday, my foot was actually in agony. Nothing a few brewskies wouldn’t solve I thought, but by Sunday, I decided perhaps I should have my foot checked out by a professional. After all, I didn’t really want to lose my righty!!
The first clinic I attended wanted to charge me $100 for a consultation. The 2nd asked for $50, so I sadly accepted their terms. For that exorbitant price I received a dousing of Betadine, and a prescription for rather pricey antibiotics. Money well spent…. not! But at least I still have a foot.
