My body is betraying me at the moment. Here's a rundown:

--The last two fingers on my right hand are still numb. Dr. Atherton says it's nerve damage and nothing to worry about. I should get feeling back soon.

--I stubbed my toe about an hour ago worse than I ever have in my life. This guy started talking to me as I walking down the street. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and, BAM!, I hit my big toe on the "sidewalk" and a streak of pain shot up my right leg. I was wearing these crappy Samoan flip-flops that people around here call jandles, so I had no protection whatsoever. The front of the toe spilt open like a ripe melon, blood started ooozing out onto the sandals and by the time I made it back to the Peace Corps office, the flap of skin hanging in front of the wound turned a solid shade of purple.

--A splinter that lodged itself in the index finger of my left hand as I sat down on the ferry back from Savai'i last sunday finally fell out when I did my laundry yesterday, leaving behind a an inch long gash in the pad of my finger.

--Makelani, my male kitten, in his eagerness to escape from me when the vet showed up to snip his balls off, scratched the shit out of my palm just below the pinky of my left hand. It's in such an awkward place that's it going to take some time to heal.

--I'm still suffering from a nasty case of jock itch. Details best left unsaid.