best of intentions

I was going to go do a 9K walk last night, but as I was changing out my foot bandage (I haven't talked about that, have I?), some lovely blister juice from my right big toe shot out and spritzed me. Disgusted, I wiped myself down, then turned to the grim task of gently squeezing out the rest of the fluid from the blister (into a wet wipe this time instead of onto my torso) before washing my toe. With all of that loose outer skin down there (don't rip it off!), plus all of that tender inner skin from the interior of the blister, I decided it would be better to soak my foot in warm salt water instead of going for a walk. I looked around for my Epsom salt and couldn't find it because I'm a dumbass who loses things all the time, so I used sea salt for the soak. And since I have no hot water from the tap at the moment, I heated up a bunch of water in my electric kettle, poured the boiling water into a bucket, stirred in the sea salt, then poured in a roughly equal amount of "cold" water from the tap to arrive at tolerably warm water. Then, it was just a matter of having a paper towel at the ready as I sat in front of my monitor, soaked my foot, watched some YouTube for around twenty minutes, then toweled my foot dry before re-bandaging it.

My normal policy with blisters is to leave them alone and let them drain on their own. Since this blister had already developed a puncture or rip before I'd even known it was there, I had little choice but to drain it before washing and soaking it. I hope the thing heals soon; I normally develop blisters and irritations during my long, cross-country walks; the last thing I need is to start such a walk with blisters already on my foot.

Upshot: I didn't go walking yesterday as I'd hoped. I might try again either tonight or sometime tomorrow. Hell, I might even risk a (gasp) daytime walk.

In other exercise news: I did my speed-run through a couple days' worth of exercises yesterday, so I'm back on schedule for my final day of exercise for this 10-week program. The very last day, if you recall my calendar, is devoted to a "long walk." I was thinking that, instead of walking out to Hanam City (about 26K), I might do the Jamshil Bridge route twice (28K). It's a slightly longer route, but it'd be local. I don't know why that matters; maybe I'm thinking it'd be more likely that someone might find me should I collapse on the path. Walking to Hanam involves some lonely stretches.

My doctor's appointment is this coming Monday. Diabetes doc. I need to ask her (1) to stop prescribing me insulin, and (2) to prescribe enough meds to get me through to my January appointment with the cardiac doc. I think I'm meeting with my ex-boss and ex-coworker on Tuesday, so this weekend, I might bake them a batch of keto-ish chocolate-chip cookies and maybe also another sinfully sugary rum cake. The end of the year is approaching. 2025's been a hell of a ride, hasn't it?

UPDATE: I found my Epsom salt.