Preliminary results are now in, and it looks as though the Frankentoe experiment has been a success. Two+ months of inactivity—and the fifteen+ pounds of extra fat that I now carry—have slowed my pace by two+ minutes per mile, but I can still run. The wayward digit, almost disarticulated in a freak accident on 30 March 2005, has healed stiff but quite usable. Nerve damage is tolerable; there's feeling down there, albeit with some numbness. My main disappointment: post-patch-up scarring is far less dramatic than I had fantasized. Small children run screaming from me no more often than before, my colleagues at the office have discovered that I'm far from indispensable, and trail runners continue to chortle at my tragic tale of toe woe. C'est l'orteil.

(see also BumpInTheNight (31 Mar 2005), ToeTransplantProjectZeta (1 Apr 2005), DownWithTheBad (18 Apr 2005), TornToeTendonRepair (5 May 2005), HealingProcess (15 May 2005), ...)

TopicScience - TopicPersonalHistory - TopicHumor - 2005-07-01

(correlates: DoWithout, TornToeTendonRepair, HealingProcess, ...)