Unpleasant

(This is after most of the swelling was gone.)





So as you can see, Matt recently underwent cosmetic surgery to have his right foot and ankle tie-dyed and enlarged. He decided to go with the Red/Purple/Blue motif. He felt it expressed the periods of sadness in his life, -or as he calls them, the Dark Era. The swelling represents the bloating of his ego as he progresses through his career. OK, here's the real story.
Matt was away from home doing some things for work. He and some other fellas were running one morning and the guy next to him fell, shoving Matt off the road and into a special trap set up just for the occasion. Someone was out to injure his ankle, possibly in an effort to thwart his figure skating abilities just before the big competition. The investigation continues. Meanwhile, our boy here has come out of it all with a nicely-rolled ankle. (See pictures above. Duh.) It was too puffy to get a decent scan so he's had to just limp around strapped into a huge boot, with the assistance of some lovely crutches, until the swelling subsides and they can see what's up in there. Pardon me- that's how it should have gone. What really happened is he ditched the crutches right off the bat, and the boot was soon to follow. He's come to be quite the proficient hobbler, and can even cross long distances by hopping on one foot. He finally had to quit that business because when he rolled his right ankle he also mucked up his left knee pretty badly. Too bad it didn't turn out as pretty. Anyway the one-legged hopping strut didn't work out for too long. But he's getting around fairly well now, as a bit of time has passed. About a week and a half ago was when we welcomed home our Night in Shining Bandages. Unfortunately we didn't get around to taking these pictures till about four or five days after the actual incident, so we were unable to capture the masterpiece in its full glory. When Matt first came home and J saw his foot, Jes ran into the bathroom and found my pumice stone, and proceeded to strike the maimed foot with it. Thanks, Bud. It's much better now. And the new bruising balances quite nicely with the prior work. If only we all could think like a two year old, maybe the world would be a purpler place.