The Toe

So, yeah, here's my broken toe. The picture on the right is the clearest. I must say it's healed an awful lot more since this picture was taken. I was able to walk several miles on the Washington DC mall last Saturday.

It's subtle (unless you have actually looked at more than a half-dozen x-rays in your life, unlike myself). In the right picture, look for the point extruding from the larger bone connecting to the base of my foot (what I think is the proximal phalanx of the big toe). There's a darkened smudge, in the shape of a right triangle with a little dongle added to the right portion. That's my break.

Remember that the right foot is used for the gas pedal. And that I drove about 1/2 of the distance from Nebraska to Virginia, or about 500 miles of the 1000 mile trip.

I don't care what you think, for I Rule. (heh)

Besides this little smattering of toe related stuff, I've taken up geocaching. I finally found the cache that's roughly 500 feet from my hotel room. It was hidden a little better than I thought it would be. Sarah and I found some "virtual caches" tucked in around Washington DC. One of them forced me to go inside the Smithsonian Castle, which I otherwise would have simply looked at from the outside.

If you have a GPS, I highly recommend this fun activity.