"What happened to your foot?"
"I had surgery."
"What was wrong with it?"
"I broke it."
"How did you break it?"
"I don't know. Apparently it was broken for a year or two before I noticed it."
"It must have just been a hairline fracture."
"Nope. I shattered my first tarsometatarsal joint."
"And you don't know how you broke it??"
"No. It just started hurting one day."
"WOW! You must have a high pain tolerance."
"Not according to my parents. They say I'm the biggest baby they know."
This is my zombie foot (post-cast foot). The nasty red spot on top is where the wire came out of my foot. It sure was fun getting that out...not! It was like the sword and the stone. The doctor had to twist and turn it while using all of his strength to pull it out. OUCH!


3 comments:
Oh my goodness Jess. Are you like surgery prone or something? :) Hope it's feeling better though!
Nasty Jess! :-) Your conversation with random people sounds exactly what I would say to you. Haha
oh Jess! So sorry about your foot........zombie foot :) that made me smile at the grossness of it :)
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