I've aggravated my injured foot again! I worked out at Curves yesterday afternoon and when I went to take my sock off last night the scab was glued to it. I wound up peeling the sucker off. OUCH!
This morning my entire left foot is swollen (or "swolt" as Karen's son says) and tender and my shoe is killing me. Unfortunately I'm at work and going barefoot is not an option. I guess I got too frisky too soon, but dang it I need to get some exercise.
I'm not used to being a cripple, hobbling around like Chester off of Gun Smoke (how many of you are old enough to remember that Dillon's assistant/deputy was at first Chester Goode, played by Dennis Weaver before Festus Haggen, played by Ken Curtis?).
The guys here at work are calling me "Chicken Foot" again!
Seems like I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. With the blisters on my palms and my "chicken foot", I feel like I've got hoof and mouth disease. Good thing I'm not a horse, someone would have already shot me!
In all those old westerns they always gave the victim a good stiff drink for the pain. Someone pass the whiskey please.......