the deal is, I injured it playing golf, I thought I could drive the green on a 280 yard par four, which meant I could pull even on my bet. Anyway, I pulled it way left into the tall TALL grass. I then was frustrated and stomped into the grass until I stuck my foot into a gopher or ground squirrel hole and really damaged a bunch of stuff. The next day, I was headed for a meeting, and I normally wore western boots with a riding heel, when I hit a stepping stone that was not anchored well, did more.damage. By then, I had torn ligaments, tendons and muscles from the lower calf down to the metatarsals. Essentially, I could be disabled if I wanted to be. But, even better, it refuses to heal due to damage to my arteries and veins in the right hip as a result of radiation poisoning when things went awry with a poorly written software program when I was dealing with cancer. So, now they think it will never heal fully. I don't make a big deal of it, but, sometimes, a fattie and egg sandwich just makes it all feel better. :becky:
BTW, Dan, the reason I have never mentioned it or asked for prayer etc...is that my personal belief does not include the idea of asking for things that would make my life softer or easier. I am not one to complain, and quite frankly, life is pain, if you let the little things get to you, then everything becomes a burden. I probably should not have been betting on golf or been so proud that I thought I could pull off an incredible shot. Pride goeth before the fall, eh? Farking squirrels!
