I think I mentioned that the retreat grounds were a breeding ground for mosquitos with its stagnant ponds and multiple open wells. It was also a breeding ground for fungus since everything was always wet, and chemical disinfectant or cleanser usage is minimal (except in the bathrooms). I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so I had to get over myself rather quickly. I even tried to lessen my soap and lotion usage while I was there to help protect nature's delicate balance.
On the 6th day, I started to worry about parasites again because my thumb had been gradually swelling and had become tender in the aforementioned area. When I used my lighter to light my lantern that evening, it throbbed. I dismissed it as bruising caused by using the unreliable lighter, but I had the nagging thought in the back of my mind that no amount of striking could have made that lighter the culprit. I thought about that movie where The Rock was warned not to pee in the water because parasites could swim up the urine stream. It freaked me out for a little while. Eventually I told myself that, no matter what happens, I wasn't going to die at this place. No one has ever had to be rushed to the hospital in the organization's history, and I certainly was not going to be the first.
The next day, after finishing my chore of wiping down the tables in the cafeteria after breakfast, I started poking at my thumb again and feeling it to see if it had gotten any worse. It had, and it was starting to take on a greenish tinge. I noticed a little hangnail sticking out between the edge of the nail bed and the cuticle. I pulled it out and a bubble of thick yellow puss sprouted from where it had been. I felt the nausea pass over me, I stopped in my tracks and began waved my hand hysterically for a few seconds. I gathered my wits, told myself to slow my breathing down and keep walking. I took a tissue out of my pocket, pressed it against the opening and squeezed my thumb against it.
It was disgusting - truly. However, I could rest easy that it hadn't been a parasite after all. It was just a fungal infection, and I had stocked my pack with everything I'd need to treat it and keep it from recurring. From then on, I said screw the delicate natural balance. I used soap on everything from the tables I cleaned to the floor of my cell (yes, I said cell because that is as close as I ever plan to get to being in prison). I bet I looked incredibly foolish all lathered up in my sarong every day after lunch, but I didn't give a rat's ass how I looked.
I'm sure my incessant cleaning and disinfecting made me run out of mosquito repellent even faster, but I had no choice given my obsessive personality and my determination to ride out the entire retreat until the very end.
Well, I made it. Good for me - lol. Now if I could just focus some of that will and determination into something more practical.
I can't help but wonder how this experience is going to change my life. I have to keep reminding myself to stay here in the moment. This might be the last minute, the last hour, the last day. It would be a shame to waste it fantasizing about what may or may not happen tomorrow.
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