One of our plans was to go to one of the uninhabited islands and camp for a night or two. I brought along a tent and some fishing rods. However, the island Zel had in mind was about a 6 hour bus ride, and there was no break in the weather that gave encouragement that the trip would be worth the effort.
One morning, it was nice and we brought the tent, fishing stuff, and a packed lunch down to MacArthur Park. We set up the tent (incorrectly, it turned out), and proceeded to drown some dead shrimps in the strong surf
. Sitting atop a 10' sea wall, we were casting into waves that sometimes crested the top of the wall. It was hard to keep the frozen shrimp on the hook, and nothing seemed interested in the lures or jigs that are designed more for fresh water bass or crappie. We did catch a whole batch of children though. As soon as the rods came out, they flocked to us in numbers to see what we were doing. They didn't even have enough sense to get out of the way while casting (I was careful and didn't hook any of them). We saw some rain across out in open water that arrived some minutes later. We spent about an hour in the tent waiting it out, having some snacks but uncomfortable wet because of leakage caused by an upside-down canopy. The tent is a light-weight one that will be good for hiking or biking, but I think for standard "car camping," we'll get a larger tent that is less cramped.
On Wednesday, January 4, it was time to go back to the hospital. I finished the course of antibiotics, but was far from healed -- pretty much unchanged after a week. The doctor once again suggested admitting me for an IV, and once again, expressed my desire not to. She asked me to get some x-rays done just to see if the infection had penetrated to the bone. Two x-rays (the old film kind) and a radiologist's opinion costs about $3. Had I been thinking, I would have also requested an x-ray to be done on my foot (the one that was grossly misshapen) -- for much of the past year, the arch has bothered me after running, feeling as if there was a fracture
. But that was in hind sight. The radiologist made a comment about something he saw, so the doctor referred me to an orthopedic surgeon for a second opinion. He only cost about $6, and in his opinion, since I am clinically diabetic, he said it could take up to 2 weeks for antibiotics to start having an effect, and would suggest IV only after that point. He changed one of the two antibiotics, had me get a tetanus shot just to be sure (this cost a few dollars, although we had to buy the liquid at a pharmacy across the street and then a hypo from the hospital before getting a pool nurse to administer it). He said what the radiologist saw couldn't have possibly been caused by the infection, but I should stay off it and let me wife do all of the work (she loved that!) We stopped at an Italian restaurant across the street for a late lunch before heading home and watching movies the rest of the day.
The next day, we prepared for our trip to Cebu on Friday. I had pretty much given up on running the race coming up Sunday, but I encouraged Zel to go ahead with her race. More than anything, the rain was getting depressing, so even if we didn't do much, a change of scenery would be welcome.
The infection didn't get any worse, but it also didn't get any better. In the morning, it looked encouraging improved, but as the day wore on, my foot would bloat up again. Zel diligently kept the still-small wound clean with antiseptics -- at least I gave her a chance to practice her nursing skills!