snot goes on

Day Two of Avocado's headcold. Sarcasm Girl, who spent a long weekend with her sweetie, reports that both of them were sick as dogs, and kept mutually ministering to each other with tissues and chicken soup. I am trying to suppress my suspicion that it's going to be me who winds up with the worst case of whatever this is. Yug.

The agony of the feet

I have dinosaur feet. My father always told me so (but never acknowledged the perfectly obvious fact that I inherited my bony, pie-shaped feet from him). Finally I went to see a podiatrist. Today, the verdict: I have bunions. My right foot has an 18 degree deviation, the left foot a 15 degree deviation. Fifteen degrees or less is not too hard to fix, if you don't mind surgery: they go in, cut off the calcification (aka bunion), then break the big toe and fix it back in place with a screw and, after about six weeks recuperation, you're better than new. Over fifteen degrees is harder: they have to do all that other stuff, plus, in addition to breaking the toe, he has to go in and remove a wedge of big toe-bone, put in a coupla screws, and...three months later, I'm hiking all over town.

The left foot is pretty minimal: I'll be in walking around in sneakers within three weeks; that right foot involves major logistics. On the other hand, he was pretty clear that, barring surgery, the only thing we can hope for is that, with orthotics, it won't get much worse.

I like the podiatrist: he's a bigger musical theatre fan than I am (we bonded over our mutual worship of St. Stephen of Sondheim) and I expect that, when I can work out the logistics/money involved, I will do all this stuff. But...yoicks.