Blog of Magic Cheese

... or so the delusion runs, anyway.

Every now and again, it's good to have your delusions reinforced by a certified doctor.

Mine is amazed that I'm stumping around easily with das boot chained to my left leg and in no pain. Apparently so long as my ankle is immobile, I have free reign to walk as much as I like, and to stand on the foot if I so desire. The only concern was that my muscles or hips would cramp up with the extra weight of the Megaman foot, which they do not. Back kicks in wushu practice are so added to the repertoire!

If you don't understand the title of this post, you should go and see the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. I'm buying it on the strength of the "IMMORTAL AND MADE OF STONE" line alone. Jesse, Rob, and I have been tacking it onto everything and shouting it at one another for weeks now, far beyond the point that it should have remained funny, and are now so far sunk into the depths of dorkdom that our normal friends have started avoiding us.

I bring up mutants for a reason, since this latest injury and subsequent x-rays of my foot have turned up even more oddities than I knew of before. I knew I had unusually large bones in my big toes, an accessory navicular (extra bone on the inside of the foot above the arch), I knew I had a spare bit of bone in the back of the heel that hadn't ossified, and now I know that I also have a hole in the bone connected to my big toe, where there should be a joint but mine never grew/sealed. Very rare, apparently. When I die I want to donate my feet to science. For science! That is, if I were not immortal. And MADE OF STONE.