And now I have 203 bones...

So I broke my foot last week. Dumb. Just walking down the street and saw a snowman…thought it would be a fun idea to kick it. Bad idea. Turns out it wasn’t actually a snowman but an ice-sculpture that someone had sprinkled snow over. Karma, eh? So I dislocated my big toe and broke two small bones in my foot. Resetting my toe was (really) fucking painful, but after that I figured it was NBD; I’ve broken enough bones before and the healing part was never an issue.

Turns out that was incorrect as well. I went back to the VA today to get my foot checked on and…ouch.

Below is a pic of the two sesamoid bones in your foot. They are both encased inside a tendon (the tendon that attaches your big toe to the rest of the major bones in your foot). Turns out that I cracked the outermost one and shattered the inner one (into like six pieces). It won’t heal itself naturally and the pieces are too small for them to try and fuse it back together, so they are going to go in and surgically removed all fragments of the bone entirely. They have to go inside the tendon to dig the pieces out, so it should be a whole lotta fun…I’m glad they are giving me a general anesthetic.


This is a pretty intense surgery, I guess. It’s called “plantar reconstructive surgery” because it repairs the same area that’s effected by Plantar Fasciitis and Turf Toe. Apparently that particular tendon joins up with several ligaments and a nerve cluster at the exact location of those two bones, and the whole process is intertwined pretty intensely. So anyways, surgery is scheduled for 11:30am tomorrow and I’ll be on bed-rest Thursday. 5-6 weeks in an aircast/crutches is what they are telling me but I’m a fast healer, so I’m thinking 4 weeks. Good stuff, huh?

Living the Dream...

I've hated Christmas for years. I went home to Cali for the Holidays last year and I'm pretty positive that was the first time I truly enjoyed Christmas since 1995.

I'm not 100% sure what's going on but--somehow--things seem different this year. Maybe it's perspective; I've gained a helluva lot of it in the last year. Maybe it's just because I'm happier with myself than I've been in a long time. Whatever, I find myself getting into the spirit of things far more than I have in the past.

I broke my foot last weekend. For some reason I thought that kicking a snowman sounded like a good idea. Unfortunately, it wasn't just a simple snowman, but a fucking ice sculpture that someone had sprinkled snow over. Yeah, like 90 lbs of solid ice. Needless to say, the ice didn't give, but I have the dislocated big toe and two cracked metatarsals to show that my foot did.

DON'T DO IT!

So I've got a cast on my foot and I'm motoring around on crutches for the next couple of weeks or so. NBD. The reality is, that little tangent aside, I've got it made. I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. I love my job. I love the people in my life. I love the direction my life seems to be going. But one thing I've come to be more cognizant of is that even when the destination looks sweet, you gotta enjoy the journey.

And I am, my friends. I'm enjoying every minute of it. Happy Holidays.