This is not about the television show, which--by the way--we enjoy watching.
Instead, this is about what happens when one does not pay attention while working in the garden. A concrete panel fell over and crashed onto my foot, breaking my toe and causing a bit of pain in the foot...and the neck.
This minor aggravation also provided a bit of entertainment. The “accident” happened on Friday. We traveled to France for the weekend, accompanied by my swollen foot, which I was not going to get in the way of a decent meal. On Monday, I decided to let a doctor examine my foot, with the thought that I might have broken a bone.
My wife drove me to doctor. Being the way she is, she accompanied me into the examining room. Of course, this saves me from relating my experience, so I do not mind...Usually.
The doctor turned out to be female, which is also usually not a problem. I have found female doctors to be very talented. One cut open my abdomen and fixed my intestines.
Anyway, when she walked in, the first thing my wife commented on was the color of her shoes, which started a discussion that had nothing to do with the actual reason for us being in that room. I was forced to remind them that I was the star of the show, not the doctor’s shoes.
The x-ray proved that the bone in my large tow was splintered. No operation is necessary, but the toe must be stabilized, so that the bone can grow together. This gives me one more excuse for not dancing...as if I needed another.
Now, a portion of my foot is almost as colorful as the doctor’s shoes...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.