So anyway . . . shortly after arriving at Windswept Cottage on Monday I realized my big toe was starting to really hurt. I looked down and it was really red and swollen. I have absolutely no idea what I did to it. I decided to just keep an eye on it.
Tuesday morning I realized that action was required so I pulled out my first aid kit. Lots of band-aids and alcohol wipes but no first aid cream of any kind. So off I wander down the Parkway in my pyjama pants to the grocery store. I looked all over. I asked for help. No Polysporin or anything similar left on the shelves. The clerk recommended the variety store down the street, Shaykin' Bait Variety (how I love that name).
Unfortunately, there must have been a plague of infected body parts recently because they also were out of Polysporin. I did not want to get dressed and drive back to Wallaceburg so I asked if they had a first aid kit. And, if they did and it just happened to contain an antibiotic cream I would buy it from them.
The clerk returns with a small tube of Polysporin but would not let me pay for it. Yep, there really are still a few nice people out there.
But not my sister Nancy . . . she was mean to me . . . LOL. Nancy doctored my toe and it hurt like heck. But next day I could already see and feel the improvement. It is still a little yucky today (Friday) but I think I'm gonna live.
Hopefully that is the first and last time I will ever have an injury when I am relaxing at Windswept. I still have no idea what caused the swollen toe in the first place.