I spent a considerable bulk of my last submission discussing
my inherent shortcomings as opposed to my team mates. It is beyond contestation
that I have always been at a physical disadvantage climbing the mountain being
as unfit as I am. However it has now transpired that my disadvantages are IQ
related as much as they physical.
This past Wednesday I indulged in what is essentially a night
of mayhem fueled by 3 dollar bottles of booze. It did not end well. At some
point during the night I slipped down a well cleaned marble stair case (damn
Dubai) and sprained my big toe. It’s a whirlwind of pain. I am enraged that
something so small could destroy months of work so quickly.
I was wearily okay with it at first until a phone call with
Nic put things in perspective. I essentially have two weeks for my toe to heal
or else I could miss out on this trip. I could definitely have done without
this dosage of drama.
I am currently ticking the RICE (rest, ice, compress,
elevate) steps. I will practically lock myself up this weekend in hopes that
this proves to be a simple sprain that will heal come Sunday. I am slightly
more optimistic now that I am able to step on it. Hopefully this will only be a
floating cloud. One thing is for sure now, I’m going into bubble boy mode until
this trip comes along.
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