Heel

I went to an orthopedic surgeon to have my heel looked at.  My formal description of the problem, "My heel won't heal."  If you don't want a chiropractor cracking your back to fix your heel, you have to fork over some cash for a quick 10 minutes + 1.3 hour wait with an Algebra book relearning what you shoulda known about rotation spaces the first time.  No green tea and yearly feel good messages - just direct cortizone.  Dr. Daley, the guy that mended my broken arm when I hit a parked car, was there to the rescue.  He gave me a shot in the side of my heel.   He said, "This is going to hurt.  I start here and it goes all the way to here.  There's not much room in the heel like the knee.  I'll spray it first with cold."  He wasn't lying.  I really understand what he means.  My hands went to my ears and I pulled on the sides of my face really hard when I got that shot.  Thankfully, the shot is over!  Supposedly, once the pain of the shot goes away my heel will feel better.  Right now, I was happy Larry had left over Tequila from New Years - thanks to Sammy Hagar and Wabo Cabo we can all make it one more day.

Cheers to the day the sun is the furthest from the earth!  Happy Perihelion!  If it's even that.

PS: I changed the footer on the Spoonbill stationary from "Spoonbill an earth2mars company" to "Spoonbill an earth2asteroid company".