Blah, Blah, Foot, Blah, Blah.

So the foot healing process isn't going as well as I planned. Turns out that the "scab" on my heel wasn't a scab at all. It was, as Tom suspected, an eschar. I'm not going to get in to the difference here. But you can find here at scab v. eshcar . I was directed to take the dead tissue off. I did this by soaking it for an hour-and-a-half. I then covered it to prevent my self from draining all over Amy's bed. The next day it was pretty oozy and gross. To stop this, I then followed the advice of my boss and took the bandage off.
Almost instantly, the drainage stopped being gross (relatively speaking) and proceeded to just be red and gross. This was Wednesday, as of Friday, I can't tell if I've got a scab or an eschar, but there is a possibility that it's infected again. This pisses me off. I can refer you to my calendar so you can see for your self how long I've had this goddamn thing. I have another appointment on Monday...we shall see.
This means that I haven't worn shoes in six weeks! Which means I haven't climbed in six weeks. I would attempt to console my self with some surfing (I mean attempting to surf), but I can't have any pressure on the back of my right heel. So I sit, eat too much, go to the gym and lift three days a week and go absolutely crazy. I'm also making Amy crazy.

I leave you with this.