Healing of Teh Vengeful Toe proceeds apace. Still stitched, still bandaged, still ensconced in a stylish blue and white rubber surgical boot. That bitch Manolo got nothin' on me!
I can walk or stand - shuffle or maintain a more or less erect position, 10 degrees off vertical - for about 20 minutes before the foot feels like it's on fire. One more day, one more day's healing, one day closer to being back on the bike.
Nothing new to report, except that when you're on drugs and can't face standing for 20 minutes to cook lunch and another 10 for cleanup, Chinese takeout food tastes divine.
On a humpday like this, when you're sitting at your desk, legs up, throwing down painkillers like popcorn, it is soothing to one's soul to contemplate the harmony of nature, and the peace that reigns in a state of nature. If only we could be closer to the earth, and more like the animals.
Okay, maybe the Gentle Tortoise isn't exactly nature's own little St. Francis of Assisi. But you know what I mean. Enjoy what you have, embrace what you're doing, and when you're knocking out those shitty intervals consider some guys would give their left toe to be out their hurting right now.