Hi there folks!
First off, I want to say that this is absolutely not a call-for-pity post. I just decided to do a little update as I’m not quite sure what’s going to be happening over the next little while, and if my posts become more sporadic (or more frequent, you never know! Might need the distraction), then you’ll know why.
I’ve made references over the past few months to having had surgery on one of my toes a week before I left for these travels. The healing process has been a bit… up and down, to say the least, and today I ended up at a hospital here in Paris. I’ve been told that I need surgery again, and that while it doesn’t seem to be an emergency right now, I should return to the hospital every day for a nurse to dress it. As this may be little more than an application of Betadine, I might end up being able to do it myself, but at the same time I’m not sure how prepared I am to keep travelling for another month with this hanging over my head.
Anyway, I completely recognise that this is small fry in the scheme of things, and I’m not writing this as some sort of melodramatic woe-is-me proclamation. At the same time, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit on struggle street at the moment. Home is feeling very far away but, on the positive side, patisseries and Paris’ many art museums aren’t far off, so that’s something! (I did, in fact, splurge on a treat today. Tastewise, it wasn’t great, but it was certainly pretty.)