OMG! urp ...

So, I was going to show you a photo of my foot in its healing process.  But, Oldest Daughter was late getting to the house and I was scootering past the door when she knocked.  And she was in a rush to leave NOW, no one ever says, "no" to a Russian woman ... just a safe lesson I learned while there.  Hence, camera was left laying on my computer table.

Her son's doctor has an office in the same building as my surgeon, so she headed off to get grandson's shot records so he can register for school!  Where has time gone?  And I retreated into one of the special exam rooms to have my foot get its first cleaning and visual inspection.

An orderly wrapped and unpacked the metal skeleton my foot now lives in ... and I am not a squeamish man, but I almost lost it ...

The foot, so heavily scarred from the surgeries, was still bleeding in some areas and seeping in others - no problem.  It was the 15 pins and a bolt that ran from the skeleton into my flesh that did me in.  It was like something from a science fiction horror film, the kind I do not watch.  Gore has no appeal to me, seen too much, caused to much in my short non-Christian days (daze!).

Cleaned all up, the doctor broke out his automotive tool kit and set to work on what I now know to be the titanium structure.  A few more bolts that yes, they did make me gasp for air as each was torqued down, and it was time to repack the foot.  It was so hard not to order a Mojito at the Mexican cantina afterwards ... but I will put death off for a later time.

So, sorry, no photo that will make you lose your lunch, but such as it is, politely hidden under layers of cotton packing, gauze and ace bandages:

and okay, a thoroughly ploughed me on oxycodone ...

The shirt reads:
I am not stubborn, I am German

:)