My feet are, well, prone to moving. Not in the walking sense. More that the bones tend to migrate outward. Out of alignment. Making it look like another toe is trying to grow.

My ancestors cursed me with a genetic predisposition toward bunions.

Over 30 years ago, I had the ones on the outside of both feet removed. Not at the same time, mind you. But both were corrected within a year.

In October, the left foot decided it was time to shift. Got to the point where a misstep became an exercise in either restraint or swearing. It depended who was around me. Saw a podiatrist in May, got an x-ray.

Oh, that foot is definitely mucked up.

On the 21st, it’s getting fixed. It’s outpatient surgery. My son is driving me to and from the hospital, plus hanging out for a few weeks to help out while I recover. I’m getting things ready to move into reach of the bed. I’ve got to stay low key, resting, with the foot elevated for the first 2-3 days.

I ordered one of those knee scooters over crutches. Why? Because my DEX score is low enough that I trip over my own feet normally. Me on crutches would be a catastrophe of not funny for years proportions.

Work is supportive (yay!). I’ve got help around the house while I recover/learn how to navigate on the scooter. I’m not supposed to put weight on that foot for up to 8 weeks.

This’ll be fun! (Yes, that’s me being sarcastic).

At the same time, I’m so over hurting when I walk. Or sleep. Or bump it against something. Or being limited to certain shoes in my closet because of how big the bunion has gotten.

And, given that I’ll pack up my laptop and get it near the bed tonight, I see writing time in my future.

If I’m really lucky, I’ll have the blurb and cover for ‘Shield and Scepter’ before I get out of the shoe!

BB/Chan Eil Eagal Orm