I can finally see the whites of my toes, peering out from the purple. My right foot feels like a piece of meat after Rocky has gotten his knuckles warmed up but I'm ditching the crutches for a Dr. House cane. To celebrate, I bought a mini lathe. In what may be the purest act of love yet, my wife let me turn some wood on her dining table. This weekend was spent lazing and lathing. Your inners are on their way.
5/7/11 at 10:59pm