I'm in the mission office at Tacloban right now waiting for Elder Vaudrie to set up a doctor's appointment. My toenail is ingrown again, and really infected this time. Sister Dimaya took a look at it this morning and decided she couldn't do it herself. At best, half the nail will have to come out. But, probably, the whole thing will be removed. Fun, fun, fun. I'm on really strong antibiotics. Hopefully, after all this I'll be able to go the rest of my mission with no more physical problems. (Yeah, good luck with that, Past Me.)
LATER
I'm back in Albuera now. The surgery is over with. Only half of the nail came out. The doctor gave me a local anaesthetic, which required two painful needles in my toe. But that pain was nothing compared to what was to follow. Because of the great infection, the part of my toe that needed to be operated on was barely affected by the anaesthetic. The operation wasn't the worst pain I've ever felt. That particular prize goes to my broken jaw back in '86. But this was the most intense pain I've ever felt. I hope it never happens again.
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