Like Father Like Son

The washrooms in India are quite curious. It's all one big room, without the shower-toilet separation like we have in the States. They also take bucket showers -- fill a bucket of water and use that for your washing.

Since there is no separation within the room, shower water could get everywhere. The tiles have a slight slope, so it typically doesn't. Still, there is a small separator, maybe an inch tall between the washroom and the rest of the house.

You know how the smallest details of life can have an impact? I was walking out of the shower and stubbed my toe against that separator. Something didn't feel quite right. It was one of those "oh crap, I know what just happened" moments. The big toenail was loose.

For some reason, Dad always has had issues with his big toenails. Now, this is the second big toenail I've lost. Coincidence? (Likely not...)

For Mom: the doctors took the toenail out fine. It was actually easier than the first one. There isn't much after-effects -- keeping it elevated seems to be fine. And I have antibiotics and a good wrapping. And my hostess is a nurse. They are making sure nothing goes wrong.