"Break a leg" is a lucky wish given to a performer prior to a show, something I've said and heard a million times. Whelp, the sentiment has finally come true after all these years. Medically, I have a chip fracture of my right fibula at the ankle, and am in a boot.
Yes, a boot. It looks like the ski boot I wore on new year's day, though I escaped my many falls unscathed that day. I've also been fine on the many long hikes I've been taking in Cabellero Canyon, and have remained safe in the many hard-fought paddle tennis matches I've been playing. So, taking a step down in the backyard to retrieve my laundry from the garage? Boom goes the Guetig!
It sounds a bit comical, though I can assure you the pain is not. Apparently, a chip is the worst kind of break you can have and there's nothing I can really do to help it. I think the doctor prescribed bourbon, ice cream, and movies. At least that's what I heard.
