Saturday, April 12, 2014
Look At Me I'm Walking
Look at me I'm walking.
After three months spent sitting on my ass waiting for my surgically healed foot to heal, I'm not only walking but somehow managing a gimp-style jog that leaves me fairly exhausted after only a couple of miles. A word of warning: When your surgeon sits down with you to discuss an upcoming surgery, listen to him/her. You will spare yourself a lot of grief in doing so. I am such an idiot, I half listened to my doctor and in turn, assumed I'd be back in the gym after only a week or so.
Two weeks later when I had my stitches removed, only then did I realize the full extent of the surgery. I'd had a bunion the size of a walnut removed; a hammer two repaired with two screws, a tendon replaced, and a cracked bone also screwed back together with two more screws. There's a six inch pin that had been inserted in my toe which eventually got removed with the help of a pair of common construction pliers (no shit!).
In a word, my foot looked like I'd stepped on a landmine.
But all the time on my posterior did not go wasted. In that time I wrote the second in the Chase Baker series: Chase Baker and the Golden Condor. I also wrote the first draft of what might become a serial novel called Orchard Grove. I also wrote a third draft of The Breakup. All this, plus a script for Pathological which is being shot as a short movie in Albany, plus my normal journalism duties for Globalspec.
Maybe my foot didn't work, but I used the time to my advantage, and now it's time to get back into some kind of shape for my upcoming field research trip to Nepal and India for Chase III.
When you're down for the count, don't just lie there. Put the time to good use. Otherwise, you'll go bananas.