“Better slip with foot than tongue”

Ah, such true words, Mr. Franklin.

This past Sunday saw Bea, myself, and a group of friends playing croquet in City Park. We decided to throw in a twist or two: what can only be described as a vat of Long Island Iced Teas and two courts that intersected in the middle at a 90° angle.

I know. Awesome.

Anyways, at some point I slipped while riding Angelina, and earned a quarter-sized scrape on the top of my left foot, as displayed below (with Bea’s ant-bitten foot):

Not a big deal, I know. The only part of this sub-plot that makes it remotely interesting is that this morning, I put some anti-bacterial cream on it. While that isn’t necessarily the most exciting thing you’ve ever heard, by noon today it seemed to have gotten worse. It is swollen, and simply walking was a less than pleasant feeling. I have since gotten home in a most painful manner, soaked it in epsom-salts, and poured H₂O₂ over it for good measure. We’ll see what happens.

What really bums me out about this is not the painful and limited moving ability, but the painful and limited moving ability. I have plans to leave Friday at Noon-thirty with Sonny, Jonah, and Lara to go to Atlanta.

We’re going to see the Sixth Stage of the Tour de Georgia, a seven-day ProTour Bicycle Race, and pick up Sonny’s new boat while we’re there.

Of course, not being able to easily walk would hinder my fun on a mountain stage. So, hopefully I’ll be fine for Friday. If not, I might just go anyways, and hang out at the base or something.

Cross your fingers for me, chirrens – I really want to go. Next time someone advises me to put anti-bacterial ointment on a scrape, I’ll tell them exactly where on their own body they can apply it.