Well, I’m once again really late writing about this, but I had a nice Christmas holiday season. The office decided to give us the week off between Christmas and New Year’s so I went traveling. My parents and sister were here for the first part of that. They came to Bangkok to visit for a week and a half. We decided to spend Christmas and the weekend preceeding it on Phi Phi island. It’s a dreamy tropical island with a great beach. Actually, The Beach was filmed on location there, though it was on the unihabited Phi Phi island quite near the bigger one we were on. I did a little scuba diving and mostly laid on the beach all day.
The beach we were on was amazing in that was shallow and sandy for several hundred meters out. As the tide went out, the water would drop, and it would change colors throughout the day like a blue sunset. By mid-day, it was ankle-deep pretty far out, and on one day, I decided I needed some swimming to cool off. I moved out trying to find some deep water to swim in.
On the way out, I got tired of walking, so I decided to swim, even though the water was too shallow to really warrant it. As I was swimming out, I accidentally kicked what I thought was a rock. Turns out, it was a sea urchin. I pulled my foot out of the water to find half a dozen 4 inch needles sticking out of my big toe. I can only describe this experience as painful. I limped/swam/walked back up to the beach, screaming under water along the way to seek assistance from my father and sister. It can sure be handy having relatives in the medical field, that’s for sure. Of course, neither of them had much experience dealing with this sort of injury as it doesn’t occur often in southern Illinois.

They take me back to the hotel, and talk to the owner while I go to clean it in the shower. The owner, a rather dramatic fellow, insisted that I go to the hospital, “You go to hospital, NOW. Sea urchin very poisonous. You foot swell VERY big.” I needed my passport, so my sister ran back to the room to get it while the owner instructed an employee to take us to the hospital.
There are two important things you need to know at this point. 1) There are no cars on Phi Phi, people walk every where as it is a small island. 2) Thai people do not ever get in a hurry.
We are walking to this hospital, and the lady taking us is moving incredibly leisurely. I’m walking far faster than her, and I have a bunch of needles sticking out of my toe. Along the way, she runs into a friend who joins us on our stroll to the hospital.
When we finally arrive at this hospital, the nurse instructs me to sit on a table. She pokes at my foot a bit with some tweezers, and then declares, “I no take off.” I am freaking out a bit at this point at the thought of my toe being removed from my body to stop the poison. However, what she really meant was that she wasn’t going to remove the needles. She treated it the toe with ammonia to dissolve the calcium needles and it basically took care of itself. It turned out to be a pretty minor inconvenience as I was still able to go diving the day after this happened.
After my parent left, I went up to Chiang Mai, but nothing too exciting happened so I doubt that I’ll be posting about it.