I saw the good doctor today and it was with some alacrity that he diagnosed my right foot - a Taylor's Bunion. Yup. A fucking bunion. The other doctors could not figure that one out. Now the left foot, that took a little doing. He took some more X-Rays and noticed what appears to be a genetic mishap called Hallux Limitus where the ligaments are attached too close to the bone and I do not have the ability to flex my toe back - hyper extend so to speak; which is what I did by overcompensating for my bunion, that and sprain everything trying to race on it. This just makes me feel old. Oh, well. He said with the right extra special secret potion that I had to go into a bad neighborhood and pick up from the Apothecary I should be just fine. The good doctor gave me some other good dope and told me I could ride just not run, jump, kick, bitch, moan - you get the point. So, here I sit loaded to the gills on pills and watching football after a sweet, almost rejuvenated ride in the odd but 80 degree day we had here today. December 2nd and 80 degrees. Gotta love that.
Enjoy your weekend. I intend to. Gonna ride the road tomorrow and I may, may, even get out Sunday on the MTB and give the Three Mother Fuckers a go (picture above) - slow and low, still cannot stand and climb out of the saddle for the pain. But, and there is always a but, the good Doctor said, when I asked him if I should be riding, replied: "Sure, you can even ride your MTB if it has shocks." So, you know what, it does and I might.
Out
Humorous anecdote: Upon meeting the new doctor I was spewing all kinds of self prognosis that I had procured on the intrawebs, and he looked at me and said, and I quote, "Kid, Stay off the internet. Or surf porn." Bazinga!
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