So earlier today Daniel (my trainer at the gym, who just got back from Coachella where I guess he bumped into an IAM member from Jersey in a moment of coincidence control) asked me if I was still feeling like I didn't want to do anything legs-related exercise-wise. Because my discomfort is as much as I can feel like I can take, I said I wanted to stick with that until after the surgery because I can not risk making it any worse.
The irony comes in because as I'm walking home from the gym I slip, my foot twists so my right toe is turned about ninety degrees inward, and it collapses at the knee. Ouch! So yeah, cane day. Haha, I should have just worked out instead if I'd known I was going to be sore anyway!
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