You know, when I was a kid and in dance class, everyone was jealous of my crazy high arches. (Just like we were all jealous of each other’s ability to survive on 4 raisins a day, but that’s a different story.) So, imagine my surprise when the doctor I go to says that I have extreeeeeeeemely high arches, and that it’s a bad thing. Yep. They might look all streamlined & crap, but they’re a ticking time bomb. And they just went off.

My vacation plans to hike have been ruined.

Turns out the annoying pain in my left foot (that I was just sucking up and ignoring) was a pretty big inflammation & I’m now on Celebrex & not supposed to walk/run/hike for fun for a week.
Yay.
Oh, and I get to shell out big for orthotics,too. Double yay. Damn my deformed high arches.

Watched The Mighty Boosh (Episode 1/Season 1): brain ow.

Dislocated finger while shifting a boulder in the rock garden: finger ow.