Grrrrr.....

When getting together with an old friend for the first time in years (many years!), one is always curious about whether you'll actually be able to spot each other.  I had that opportunity the other day and said to her:  "Just look for the guy with crutches".  Her response:  "Great....I''m sure you'll have a good story to tell!"  Ughhh....that's just the beginning of the story because the foot wasn't getting better.

Long story short.....I had surgery on the darn thing.  Whether it was traumatized from my stubborn refusal to let it heal, or if the doctor's earlier work was incomplete doesn't really matter at this point.  I'm down for at least another couple of weeks.  No walking or biking or showers.  I'm even working at home, since the darn thing can't have any pressure, even with crutuches.  Public transit would be a real challenge.

But I'm trying to be optimistic and looking forward to this being the final fix for this setback!  Let it heal and then let me get back to action!  Another friend gave me a nice card the other day.  Here it is with the message from the inside.  I hope it is right!

Not me, but a scene from the Tour de France, 2002