I injured it many years ago by jumping off a loading dock and coming down wrong on a rock. Being young and without affordable health care but with access to plenty and drugs and alcohol, because that's the American Way, I ignored the pain for the past forty years and have done quite well, having survived many of the doctors who have tried to save me over the years.
These are the feet my mother gave me by having me dance as a munchkin because she dreamed of being a singer and all her kids would be little entertainers. I discovered all those toes had been broken when I did something stupid at 19 or 20 and had x-rays taken and had to admit I never was treated for broken bones anywhere in my body. My mother was really good at mothering.
But I'm an old fart now, who has dealt terminal care in pulling the plug on his old man and euthanizing several pets who got too old to crawl and die, and I really don't want to have the Achilles tendon snap and bury itself somewhere way up inside my asshole and have our incompetent medical professionals fish around inside my neck and chest cavity looking for the source of my discomfort.
This is my Daniel Gay Lewis foot. Yeah, it's ugly and dying, but it doesn't hurt most of the time. It's the right foot that makes me occasionally worry about shitting my pants when it clenches walking up the stairs or trying to rest up to get butt fucked in the morning by my owners.
This is what the right foot looks like. Notice that bulge there above the base of the heel. That motherfuckers hurts, and I wish an alien would burst out of it so I gnaw on the motherfucker and make it appreciate how much I appreciate it. That's the shit I am having cut out, another accident between the assholes and my feet, and if the pain persists, I'm not going to opt for another operation. I am going on a mission to make you enjoy my pain.
It bothers me that I can't walk or sit or sleep without pain, but the alternative is beyond comfortably numb. What really bothers me is how my piss on grave range is limited by the inability to walk more than 6 or 7 miles without paying for it for several days. Sure, I could get medical marijuana, but what fun is that?
I want illegal marijuana for recreational purposes. I want more good LSD, MDA, and all those other psychotropics that I had no problem with while so many liberal wimps and conservative pussies still beg for legislation to protect them from shit could have just said no to, as Nancy Raygun most famously proposed, apparently not convincing her Repugnicant followers and her liberal enemies to take personal responsibility for actions that I approve of. Fuck the moron majority. Let's dance and get high.
I find medical marijuana sort of like compassionate conservatism, supply-side trickle down economics, and libertarianism. They sure sound good when you are an insecure brain dead miserly idiot, but I still remember what they smell like in the projects.
One man's heaven is another man's portapotty. Breathe deep, the gathering gloom, you fucking idiots. God has a gob for you to suck on.
So I'm going to let a podatrist cut my dumb, thankless, dying ass in a few places to remove calculus and re-attach sinew to the repaired sites so that Mrs. Faustroll and I can continue to walk on the beach and in the hills until the Repugnicants retake control of this nation of miserable fucks, pandering to the stupidest and least accountable by training everyone that it's OK to shout YOU LIE! for no apparent reason, without backup, and with no consequences. Welcome to the monkey house, you pathetic horny primates. Don't promote facials for the PTA, for Darwin's sake.
I gave up on you people decades ago because you have no honor, no integrity, no sense of responsibility, and no idea how to fucking write clearly and effectively. You are douchebags who depend on other people to mix the cleansing liquid you pooch up your nostrils because you unclear on the concept of cleansing.
My foot is doomed. I am doomed. You are doomed. Everything is doomed.
On the other hand, I've always been happy, curious, entertained, and blessed. Not by God. By the blue swallows. Google that idea, you joyless sanctimonious fucks. Comment on what you find. I've got a hard on for you. Zombies are lined up to fuck your mothers. You should charge them for the privilege.