My Left Toe
Yesterday was our first day back home in Portland. A such, it was pretty damn blissful. Will and I realigned our schedule for making our way back down to LA, where our cars and vacations await us. I spoke with my parents and Meri, and I mostly lay on the couch watching the Olympics until 8pm, when a whole gaggle of our Portland coterie came over to dine on Thai with us, be showered with tales from the road and, of course, watch the Olympics.
This was a delight. Until, running down the stairs to change my laundry, I slammed my little left toe into wall outcropping, sending it on a trajectory 90 degrees removed from the rest of my body's path. This was the most painful experiencce I've had in a long time. In addition, it was cause for some concern, as my space-brain seems to be malfunctioning lately. I did something similar to my right little toe recently, and I've fallen down stairs more times than I care to remember recently.
Reid and megan took my to the hospital, an endeavor that ended up taking about 5 hours, with us leaving somewhere between 3 and 4 am richer by a roll of medical tape, a hospital bill, a diagnosis of a nastily fractured little toe (how sissy can it get?), and a presccription for vicodin. But it provided an excuse for me Reid and the soon-to-depart Megan to chat for s ome time, which was the goal of the evening anyway. So, no harm done. Well, some. It would have been a whole lot worse on tour though, as our already sedate stage show would have featured a seated singer/guitarist, and Will and Greg would have had the distinction of moving everything every night themselves.
Today will feature more chilling out, laundry-doing, tour account balancing, and perhaps, at long last, a screening of "Some Kind of Monster."
Southward!
This was a delight. Until, running down the stairs to change my laundry, I slammed my little left toe into wall outcropping, sending it on a trajectory 90 degrees removed from the rest of my body's path. This was the most painful experiencce I've had in a long time. In addition, it was cause for some concern, as my space-brain seems to be malfunctioning lately. I did something similar to my right little toe recently, and I've fallen down stairs more times than I care to remember recently.
Reid and megan took my to the hospital, an endeavor that ended up taking about 5 hours, with us leaving somewhere between 3 and 4 am richer by a roll of medical tape, a hospital bill, a diagnosis of a nastily fractured little toe (how sissy can it get?), and a presccription for vicodin. But it provided an excuse for me Reid and the soon-to-depart Megan to chat for s ome time, which was the goal of the evening anyway. So, no harm done. Well, some. It would have been a whole lot worse on tour though, as our already sedate stage show would have featured a seated singer/guitarist, and Will and Greg would have had the distinction of moving everything every night themselves.
Today will feature more chilling out, laundry-doing, tour account balancing, and perhaps, at long last, a screening of "Some Kind of Monster."
Southward!
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