I am in Utah Valley right now. I had to come up here for work and for a doctors appointment tomorrow. I have something wrong with my right foot, diagnosed last Saturday night as a bone spur on my right heel. I was playing tag with the kids Friday night on our way back from vacation and all of the sudden, it hurt so bad I could not put anyway weight on that heel. My big fear is that I have damaged something that was rather benign and it could cause repercussions with work and life. (Note that the two things are separate.) So I get to go to the doctor, excuse me, podiatrist, tomorrow and find out what is--what the diagnosis is and what the options is. (sic) (hic) (hic) (hic) (hic)
Sorry..got some sic hiccups there.
The foot has been hurting quite a bit but I have largely neglected my prescription pain pills due to the fact that I need to drive, I drive a law enforcement vehicle, and I carry a gun, all in the name of work. A guy on hydrocodone could really screw some stuff up while in those circumstances, starting with a career and ending with a life. So I have hobbled around, ignoring the discomfort, like a real man. ("I Ain't Got Time To Bleed" is the title of a book by Jesse "The Body" Ventura. I think it's an awesome title. I didn't read the book since it couldn't top that.)
This enforced abstinence from exercise, especially the daily morning walks with my wife and our dog, is starting to irk me. I am feeling the lack of it and I don't like it. Perhaps it's time to dust off the stationary bicycle and peddle away from all this.
I'm not sure what the point of all this is, except to emphasize the conversation I had with Tyler last night about how you never notice a part of the body until it is injured. You say, "I could live without such-and-such part of the body and never notice it." Yet, the instant you hurt something, like cut your pinky finger on your left hand, you realize just how many times you bump it, scrape it, use it during the day. Even the lowly gallbladder is missed, usually during a meal of something greasy, and we consider that the ultimate throw-away body part. Hmmm. Is there anything that we can lose that makes us not a-less-than perfect machine?
All this brings me to my real point tonight. It is Veterans Day on Thursday, November 11th. I have tried lately to thank everyone I meet who is a veteran for their service. Most of them have lost something along the way. The effects might be minor or they could be life-altering. And yet most of them served because they could not stand the idea that without our freedom, we would all be less-than-perfect machines. God Bless all you Vets out there. Thanks for taking one for the rest of us.
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