Meh. Cursed. Body.

So I've had a minor recurring pain in my foot.  But I'm really busy so I just keep doing what I'm doing and getting a shiver of pain now and then.  It's not every time I step, but happens a lot on the bike.  It goes on for a week and I'm thinking about shoe pinching, a tweaking nerve, bad chi, something like that, but nothing major. 

So tonight I have a few moments post-supervisor drinking gossip socializing time (yea!).  And I decide to poke at the foot and see if I notice anything.  Sure enough, there's a lump and when I manipulate it, there's a sub-skin discoloration - blood.  So, out comes the small knife and tweezers and 30 seconds later I am looking at a small hunk of glass, about the size of a pencil lead tip. 

How/when did it get there?  How did I not notice it?  Why did it not actually bother me more? 

Comments

[Jay Goodman Tamboli]

This post would have been a lot better with disgusting photos.

[Scoplaw]

I try to save the gory photos for the mustache posts.

But speaking of gory photos, I should have been blogging back when I surgically removed my brain and replaced it with the contents of my 1984 volvo's glovebox. I'm not sure if you were aware I did this, but it accounts for a lot.

[Kat]

?!...you had a piece of glass in your foot all that time? I half suspect you wear a cape and red long-johns under that Posh-Scoplaw exterior! :)

[Britt]

Is the Raleigh for sale? If so please Email me.

[Britt]

Is the Raleigh for sale? If so please Email me.