Name this Object

Part of my costume in the remake of Robocop?

Trek's new Jet Boot 7000?

The latest in fetish wear?

Those of you who have spent any time in the bowels of the beast (St. Joe's) having X-rays may know that this is a "Walking Boot." Actually "walking" is too generous. Hopping is more accurate. It effectively keeps the left foot from bending. Since I also can't put weight on the left foot, I'm reduced to hopping on the right. What fun!

This time Last week. I was finishing up my Death Valley Adventure. Today, its an adventure just getting from the Lazy Boy to the kitchen.

Somewhere between Southway Boat Launch and Lapwai I experienced an avulsion fracture.

Wikipedia says "Highly trained athletes can overcome this neurological inhibition of strength and produce a much greater force output capable of breaking or avulsing a bone." Wow, what a man I am. I'm stronger than my own bones.

I felt nothing on the bike, but when I dismounted to go into the grocery at Lapwai, I found myself limping severely on the left foot. Back on the bike, I felt fine and continued to Kendrick, even finishing a century.

The foot was sore on Sunday but by 12, it felt good enough to try to ride. We kept it easy and the foot felt almost normal afterword. Monday, it rained and I did nothing. The foot was more sore but I only walked about in the house. I figured it just hadn't been warmed up. On Tuesday I had a CAC meeting on the Pedestrian Trail. I could force myself to walk pretty normaly by the time I got in from the parking lot--though it did hurt.

At home, though, after sitting for half an hour applying ice, I found I could put little or no weight on the foot. Linda took me to the ER at St. Joe's. I am happy to report they were considerably more efficient then when I took Linda there last summer.

And for a prize, this boot is all I got. Not even a prescription. We may have to look into that, though. Ibuprofen wasn't cutting it yesterday. At bed time I took a hydrocordone tablet left over from Linda's prescription last summer. Yeah, I know. Don't say it.

That got me through the night, but I found out this morning, hydrocordone must be taken withs food. After taking another tablet, I became nauseous trying to sit up and write this. Linda had gone for a run and so missed the show of me lying on the floor trying to shake off the nausea dripping with sweat.

I mounted an assault on the kitchen for food and after brief respites on the couch to recover from the effort, I managed to get everything together for cereal. Those rolly kitchen chairs are great for making quick trips to the refrigerator. The bananas seemed hopelessly far away but proved no challenge since I could lean on the table to get to them.

I'm sure Scott would love the pain and say "it's all part of the adventure."

Deliver me from dangerous people.

Ground Hogs Day came late this year.

I'm looking at two weeks of walking cast, more x-rays, and six weeks of recovery if I'm a good little cyclists and stay the hell off my bike. What are the odds of that happening? Well, right now they look pretty good.

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