toe update as of last night

Did a long walk out to Jamshil Bridge last night. At the bridge, I stopped at my usual public restroom to take a piss before turning around and heading to my place. The bathroom was unlit but open. Some biker was following me to the restroom, but at the last second, he saw the dark and decided against going in. I went in, tried the light switch, and got nothing. Shrugging, I headed over to a stand-up urinal, anyway. Thus began my brief nightmare: where I stood pissing, there was a window showing a patch of grass next to the restroom. The dude who had eschewed the bathroom planted himself directly in my line of sight on that patch of grass, unabashedly whipped out his dick, and took his own piss right there on the ground. Imagine my horror. As the Book of Job says: And I alone escaped to tell thee. This is not the sight I wanted to see during a refreshing walk. On the bright side, I took a pic of the moon:

along the Tan-cheon, about halfway between Jamshil Bridge and my place

I was especially curious to see what such a walk would do to my toe, so what you see below are the results of the walk (23,808 steps, 230 minutes, roughly 4.4 kph—a bit slow).

nothing on the sock

No bleed-through to the sock was a good sign. Next up: the bandage:

nuthin' here, either

It was surprising not to see any bleed-through after the pounding my feet had taken, but this is a good sign. The healing is almost over after almost a year.

a new wound

I should explain the above wound. I was clipping my calluses over the weekend, and I casually tried to rip off a hanging flap of callus. I ended up taking off more skin than I'd wanted to, so now, I have a new bleeder to be mindful of. Luckily, I have bandages and ointment, and since this isn't a diabetic wound, I expect it to heal a lot faster. There was also very little bleeding despite the fact that I take blood thinners as part of my suite of meds.

Below: the full reveal:

In clipping my calluses, I clipped too deeply all around the wound, bringing blood to the surface but not causing an actual bleed. So that's another bit of obnoxiousness I have to be mindful of. It looks bad, but it's nothing serious. As you see, the diabetic wound itself left only the tiniest dot of blood/fluid on the bandage, which is great news after a 17K walk. I'm mentally comparing this to the 18K Bundang walk I'd done a few months ago. My toe wound was huge and very leaky back then, and my bandage essentially came away soaked. I'm reaching a point where, pretty soon, I don't think I'll have to wear any bandage at all at night when I'm home from work. And I no longer have to curl my toe back to keep it off the floor. Blood spots are now a thing of the past. This has been a long time coming.

The walk itself, last night, was hot, humid, and brutal. Temps started off around 83ºF (28ºC) around 8 p.m. and went down to around 76ºF (24.4ºC) by the time I was done. There was a pleasant breeze when I was on my way to the Han River, but no breeze comforted me on my way back, sadly. It's July, so I can expect heat, humidity, and—later in the month—the start of the jangma, the monsoon season. There will be some drenched walks in my near future.