My foot has finally begun itching. I know that this is good and all, as it is a sign of healing, but I want to take my wooden back scratcher and scratch the &*%$ out of it. Rip me a new one... perhaps digging out a fresh layer of skin with my nails would feel a bit better than leaving the one I have on now???
At the moment I'm down the shore at J's house. Yesterday her, her father and his friend went out to 'shred the gnar' or surf for you non-beach dwellers. Waves were totally kicking with Hurricane (?) Danielle. Don't tell my mom, but I totally went too! I double bagged my sneakered foot and gimped my way out onto the sand with a chair and sat on the beach. I figured if J's dad, a doctor, said it okay then should she find out, I can't get in trouble. And let me tell you, it was glorious. The sun was beginning to set, the sand cooling down... well worth being forced back to crutches that evening.
As for today, it's been kind of awful sitting here looking at the ocean a block away... I'm itching to hit the beach too. For those of you not in the big dirty, the sky is a perfect cloudless blue and it's lets get in the water hot - perfection.
Next week? Maybe? C'mon Doc!!!