I awaken groggily in the middle of the night with the familiar cold wet spot underneath me. One of my feet touches the spot, and the unbearable stinging forces me wide awake. I know I have to make my way to the washroom, but the thought of the pain of bearing my own weight on my torn feet makes my eyes well up with tears again. Carefully, I dangle my feet over the side of the bed. They are swollen and covered with bubbles of blood.
