Like so many NGOs that valiantly tried and failed to keep a country together, Operation #savethenail failed to keep this person together.
After two months of hoping that My Kinabalu had merely claimed my spirit and my ability to walk down stairs like a normal person, I have to face facts – it also broke my body.
The civilan led effort of “Googling home remedies” and constantly applying iodine only succeeded at delaying the inevitable – my toenail, bruised from hiking downhill for 12hrs, is about to peel off.
Currently loosely held together on the left hand side, the nail now flaps about a bit in the wind, and flutters around in the water, which feels a bit like a fish is nibbling at my toe.
The nail will make its last stand in Cambodia, so while My Kinabalu can definitely claim it as a victory, the actual body will be claimed far away from its jagged edges.
Rest in Peace, nail, thanks for keeping it together this long- hopefully I treat your offspring a little better.