Thanks for all the well wishes yesterday. A point of clarification seems needed, though, as in my haste to run out the door I not only made an ugly typo ("hrigh" ho?) but left much to the imagination.

My foot is still intact, thankyouverymuch. The wound, however, is still there. The prevailing belief is that the bone is still infected and removing the bone is the best way to eliminate the bugs. Let's face it, the bone in my heel doesn't do me a bit of good. Yesterday my very able surgeon removed more bone than he'd taken out in the previous surgeries combined. He's hopeful that this step will finally allow the wound to close even without the Wound Vac.

Here's the freaky thing (if you're really squeamish you might want to stop reading here), I wasn't asleep this time. I, of course, have no feeling in my feet. Usually, though, they put me all the way under just so my body doesn't react oddly to what's going on. Not this time. They left me in what they call "twilight." It was weird. I was a regular chatterbox (at one point I think I yelled at someone who said they were voting for Bush) and I could hear the power tools being used to remove bone. I even could hear them making fun of my doctor for making a "bloody mess." But I was in such a happy place that I didn't seem to care one iota. I came home, though, and slept all day. Methinks that whatever that stuff is it would be awfully nice for your average work day.