Operation: It's Not Just A Milton Bradley Game Any More

The toe cutter did a fine job on me yesterday. As it happened, all the toe needed was to get some bone spurs cut off, and to get the joint sort of re-molded using what I imagine was Hell's Dremel Tool. I wouldn't know, I was asleep at the time. Post-op was smooth, I came to, was sober in about 5 minutes, walked to the second part of post-op (e.g. waiting for the wife to get the car and answering nurse questions) and I was out of there 20 minutes after I woke up. The pain was manageable, didn't even hurt that bad until the evening, when it got really surprisingly bad for a bit. So I took a couple hillbilly heroin pills, and went to sleep. I feel okay today, it hurts but hurts less than it has for a long long time. The main problem is where they cut - that part hurts a bit - but the joints in my foot feel a lot better than they have. Nice.

Funny things happened on the way in to get cut. First, the nurse asks me a series of questions, including one about whether I'm domestically abused. I asked if this meant getting yelled at for not picking up around the house and leaving the toilet seat up. She said, "no, like somebody hitting you or anythihng." For some reason, I found this so funny that once Iwas laughing, I had trouble regaining composure.

Then another nurse is checking out my physical stats and stuff, she notices a bunch of cuts and rash on my right ankle. I told her it was probably poison ivy or poison oak, from riding my bike in the woods the other week. "That's weird," she said. "You don't wear pants?" "No," I said. "Socks." She said, "Do you know what it was? Did you take a look at it?" "No," says I. "I was doing about 15, 20 miles an hour, and was riding through a bunch of weeds at the time trying not to ride my mountain bike off a small cliff or run into a tree." At that point, she starts cracking up and says, "Oh, I thought you were riding a motorcycle without pants."

Finally, the orthopaedic surgeon comes in. He asks if I can be ready in 10 minutes. It seems his first surgery has canceled and they can't get in touch with him. The doc says, "Yeah, if I had a foreign object like that lodged in my leg, I'd try to make the surgery." At that point, I wasn't even going to ask what was stuck in the guy's leg.

So that's all I've got. Other people have more interesting stuff going on.

Ryan has some good Giro Talk going on here.

The Uff Da! is kicking ass. Full details here.

Kyle is enjoying the Unbearable Lightness of Being Kyle.