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Foot Notes

For those of you who are interested I'm not putting anything except sterile washing agent (Aqueous Chlorhexadine) on the feet until the wounds completely close over. That, with fresh air and sunshine light drizzle.

It is our skin that offers the first protection against the outside world of caustic contaminants and hostile bacteria. A breach in the skin means anything can enter our bodies... Scary huh?


But there are some well-known breaches that we have... Our orifices!

ASIDE (aka digression)

Here are some examples of misuse of those natural gaps in the integument from my medical past in X-Ray:

- A vagina and a cigarette-lighter - a handy storage compartment for this female from the local prison.

- A urethra and a Bic biro - it might be like the catheter the gentleman had when he was in hospital with trouble peeing. Nope too short, he'd better use several of them: they could join together inside his penis, to help him pee again. Or not.

- An anus and jam jar - that's gotta hurt! You fell over backwards and landed on it, sir? Awkward, but lucky you'd already had your toast.

ASIDE Endeth


And to those who think I need a good pedicure, I agree! But the thought of anyone touching my toes ...Owww! I couldn't soak the feet as they usually expect, for the reasons mentioned above. Plus I do believe there still is a bit of bad smell from the continuing infection. Might upset some poor girl. Who might vomit on my feet...


They actually only hurt when I stand up barefoot and now only on the balls of the outer toes directly under where the surgery was. It IS getting better each day (I have to tell myself this, so I may as well tell you). When my feet are raised or when I am wearing my Merrill slip-ons everything is pretty much OK. I just walk slowly.

The original ache, that old non-stop pain that was there continuously and bedeviled my life has gone - ergo, the surgery was a success.

There's just this post-surgery, someone's-been-fucking-majorly-with-my-bones-and-tendons type pain.


Plus there's this random and occasional piercing, burning pain through the open sore, right through the joint to the ball of the foot, like some Roman Guard is hammering a red-hot spike through my foot. So if you see wince and move a bit, that's what I'm getting. Just give me a second, I'll be right back...



Posted by: expat@large on Feb 04, 08 | 5:36 pm | Profile


You addressed this to me because ... ?

Posted by: spike on Feb 04, 08 | 10:41 pm

Oops, that was a cut and paste job from a comment I was making on the rpevious post, it was getting to long so I thought I'd make it a post on its own. Forgot to remove your name - OK it's gone...

Posted by: expat@large on Feb 04, 08 | 11:49 pm

And I thought I had painful feet from wearing heels all the time!

Get well soon sweetie. *kisses*

Posted by: VirginPornStar on Feb 05, 08 | 1:18 am

Hmm, I guess I better take care of myself. Being in the almost mid 30's I still get away with doing too little for my future well being. Your complaints and tales of woe are a reminder that I am too slack.

Posted by: sino man on Feb 05, 08 | 2:36 pm

Maybe you've developed stigmata. Have you tried walking across the pool or turning water into semillion?

Posted by: steviefboy on Feb 05, 08 | 3:51 pm

VPS: long sloppy kisses back at you.

Sino: if I'd known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself... No... in fact, I wouldn't have.

Posted by: expat@large on Feb 05, 08 | 3:51 pm

Steve: I've been turning Heineken into water instead.

Posted by: expat@large on Feb 05, 08 | 4:47 pm


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