OK, this isn't some cheesy porn thing. I'm just sitting on a couch. In a cast. Hence the CAST-ing COUCH.

I know it isn't witty but there you go.
 
Why am I in a cast you may wonder. Welp, Storm spilled the beans if anyone noticed a few days ago.

I had surgery yesterday to repair a issue with my foot. I had a torn tendon on top of tendonosis. Basically that means a tendon in my foot ripped longways and the damage had been great enough that part of the damn thing died.

So the doc, had to open me up and repair it. Basically he had to go in cut the dead part out, then sew the rip back together. Good guy my doc. Need foot work in Jersey look up Fahoury. Tell him I sent ya.

So now you know about my procedure. How did it happen in the first place you may ask.


Late last year I was on a job in El Paso TX. The warehouse we were at had gravel instead of a proper driveway and it wasn't just gravel. It was the big gravel. Mini-boulders if you will Well somehow or another I managed to twist myself in such a way that caused the tear initially. I remember it hurting later but not at the time.

More and more on my trips it bothered me. Then we went to japan. Great trip but walking everywhere for 10 days straight in a foreign country can be a pain. It did a job on my foot but I did my best to just grit it out. We bought a foot brace while there and it helped a lot.

About a week after our return from the Island nation, myself and Storm decided to go out roller blading in Belmar. It was gorgeous and I wanted to get into shape. I also figured that the blades would give ass loads of support so what could it hurt right?

Wrong. The whole thing was a bad move.

While blading I was a victim of a hit and run. The hit knocked me out cold. One second I was cruisin' trying to catch  up with Storm , next minute I'm on the ground hurting wondering what the hell happened. I don't even remember the hit.

Even better, the bastards didn''t stop. Well after a trip to the ER we went on to retrieve my car only to find the fucking thing had been towed. Don't ask. Thats a painful story I'd rather not relate.

Anyway. After a follow up visit to my doctor, an MRI I was cleared for return to work. Only thing was, my ankle was bugging the shit out of me. Maybe it was the hit, maybe it was the blading. Probably it was both. But the damn thing was killing me. Another doctors appointment, and MRI, x rays etc, I got a script for Dr.Fahoury. Well a few appointments, more x rays and MRI's he gave me the news.

Surgery was the only way. Otherwise it would not get better, the pain wouldn't go away and it would probably just get worse.

The timing wasn't critical medically but professionally it was.  I hadn't been on the road since march and my job required travel. Sitting in the office like a bump on the log wasn't cutting it for me or my bosses. I needed to get something done.

So I bit the bullet and scheduled the surgery. A few more appointments and blood work and I was all set.

It was only later I realized my surgery date was FRIDAY THE 13TH. Glad I'm not superstitious.

Welp, here I am. Foot in a cast. I can barely feel my toes because of the nerve block. Thankfully there's no pain, but I'm apprehensive of when it gets here.

Officially I must stay off it for 3-4 days and keep it iced.  Then its another appointment to get the stitches removed. Then its 3-4 weeks in a cast. Then 3-4 weeks in a big ass moon boot thing. Then its physical therapy to restore the range of movement lost in its 6-8 weeks of immobility.

Yay.

At least I'll be busting my ump on the site and I should have a kick ass tan by the time I go back to work. Woohoo!

Stay poster for the continuing adventures of Buster the gimp leg. Next episode, Bathing with one leg!