Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Man, The Leg.end


The Man, The Leg.end

As you can see, I'm still alive. I went to see the doctor and was led right into the surgery room. She asked me if I wanted an injection before she starts digging into my toe, and at that point a faced a very tough problem: First of all, I'm not a big fan of needles. Getting a shot in the arm is no fun, but an injection in the foot?? must be almost, but not exactly like a kick in the balls. Then there is the fact that Noam came along with me, so I had to be a man. Most man act about 18% more manly around girls then they're actually are, but this number goes way up around cars and doctors, and I'm no exception. The last point is that having metal instruments dug into your foot is a very unpleasant experience (it's hell) and had to be weighted against the last two points. Eventually I gave the doctor the go-ahead, and for the next 20 minutes pulled an amazing balancing act of looking like a man on the outside whilst crying like a girl on the inside.

By the end of it the doctor announced that it isn't an ingrowing toenail (which apparently wasn't enough of a reason for her to stop slicing my toe) and was sent home with a bandage.

Varig. The boy who lived.

2 comments:

  1. You were really really brave.. even when you nearly fainted (that was my favourite bit). Hope to see less hobbling and more walking really soon

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  2. how was the ice cream?????////poor baby....

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