Um. Ow.

I hope that wasn't the part that you kept your mojo in.

This thread would be better with pictures.

Och, man, those foot things are painful. I figure when I get healthcare I'll have all my inflating birthmarks taken care of; until then I'll just live a riskier and riskier life, courtesy of big docta, big pharma, big lawya, and big bizna. Some aspects of being an American suck the dick of the devil. I know you agree.

I'd like to live in the Congo, under a big spreading tree, just a dozen bonobos and me, making proto-human homo bonobo babies, lovingly picking the nits from their tiny scalps and watching the forest, fragrant with blossom and decay, darken into night.

Sorry to hear you're lamed up; I've had surgery done on my foot (just three stitches to repair a large gash between instep and big toe, sewn up by an ex-IDF field doctor right on his office desk; the novocaine wore off after the first stitch) and I watched curiously until the pain took me to another planet and all I could do was grunt, scream, and sweat. Hope you heal fast.

Wow. Cool: I always watch 'em sew and such and learn what I can, too. Sorry for your pain. Got meds? Darvoset or such can be a fun time once in a while. Silver lining, ya know.
;-)

what was the adrenaline for?

s_r, I think it's to constrict the blood vessels so there is not too much bleeding. I think.

Yeah, gaspode is right...

Some aspects of being an American suck the dick of the devil. I know you agree.

Yeah, I'll never be able to understand why people would like health care in the US to remain as it is.

So many people aren't covered... surely this cannot continue forever.

See, this is why I don't trust hospitals. They always want part of your foot.

Take good care of yourself.

Sadly, the great task that remained before us lies unfinished, the dead have died in vain, and the government of the people, by the people, for the people, has nearly perished from the earth.

We thought the end would come by the divisions we created to separate us from one another: race, religion, class, creed; we never suspected that the very engines of our prosperity would bring us to ruin. Now we are engaged in a race against time, testing whether this nation can overcome the narrow economic interests of corporate structures we once created to shepherd our shared wealth towards the great future we are so close to forgetting -- we can not forget -- we can not forfeit -- we can not forestall our great task: above all else, above war and peace and political cycle, the pursuit of health, of life, the basis of equality for each and every American, without which the new birth of freedom, however breached and traumatic it may be, would fail, hopeless, destroyed.

Nothing less than the life and health of America is at stake. What could these vested interests hold in their arms that cried out for more attention than that?

I'm convinced all foot doctors are secretly insane.
When they put the screws in my foot they wanted to do it with a local. A LOCAL!

s_r, I think it's to constrict the blood vessels so there is not too much bleeding.

I had no idea adrenaline did that! it makes sense, though.

chuckdarwin, sorry about your owie! Make sure you get plenty of rest, things like this can really take it out of you, and you need to heal.

On preview: kelly, did you want them to go general anesthesia? Because I don't think they'd do that...

Eeek!

Yeah, I wanted a general. They did, because I was still in recovery from a surgery the week before and knew I would react OK to the drugs, I guess. They gave me the option from the get-go, but pushed the local more.

I just couldn't mentally take hours of being there listening as they cut into me and use power tools to bolt me back togehter.

Nothing less than the life and health of America is at stake. What could these vested interests hold in their arms that cried out for more attention than that?

Well put, Hugh. I totally agree. The reality of being an uninsured musician in America was SO pervasive... especially after the birth of my eldest daughter in 1996.

The pursuit of insurance coloured my most crucial decisions. I took jobs I hated, I did things I would never normally do. I SOLD OUT for insurance: for a brief time, I became the sort of person I despise (a middle management fuckstick). I did it all for my kids, and I would do it again if I had to... but, in retrospect, I think I should have just moved to england in 1993 when my wife I were first married. If I had fully understood the reality of life here, I would have SWAM.

I've tried to explain all this to British people, but no one REALLY believes me.

And yeah, I have an office job. But I would quit tomorrow if I had enough students and gigs to replace the income... and I wouldn't worry about insurance for a millisecond.

Thanks for the adrenaline explanation- I didn't know it did that.