Bones.

Well, I have progress! My foot, instead of being encased in an interesting assortment of elastic bandages, cotton batting, and fiberglass, is now encased in a ski-boot thing. I’d enclose a picture but,

1. you’ve already seen 1 picture of my foot in the moblog, and are sick of the whole thing
2. the last time I put a picture of my feet in the moblog, I got a mash note from a foot fetishist.

And after the doctor’s appointment (seems I managed to chip both sides of my ankle, not just the outside bone thingy), I sat at my usual spot at the bar at Longhorn’s and told Diane the Bartender about my week from hell.

It was fascinating being out in the world again, even if I inhabit it as a temporary gimp. When I broke my kneecap about 10 years ago (same leg — I think it’s jinxed), I had to keep the thing straight for seven weeks. That is clumsy. You can’t sit in a regular chair, or drive a car. I kept myself busy at the time learning Linear Algebra and the basics of statistics.

Personally, I think I’ll stick with Dostoevsky for now.