Well, after 55 years without ever having a broken bone I managed on Saint Patrick's Day to do just that. I broke the middle toe of my right foot..........very badly. It was what doctors like to call an "open wound fracture with tendon damage". Two weeks after having the bone set and the wound stitched up an orthopedic doctor informed me that it wasn't healing at all. This young rather humorous Army doctor of Irish descent put it this way, "The two pieces of bone would need to call each other long distance to have any contact." So, to make a long story short, I had surgery to pin the toe back together.
I think the blame lies with one of my brothers. A couple weeks ago Doug, a banker, sent me one of those chain emails meant to grant those who pass it on good luck, and bad luck to those who don't. As you may have already guessed, I failed to send the email on.
This week I'm back in my home studio after two weeks convalescent leave. I still can't drive or walk very far. So, in order to be productive, I'm sitting at my kitchen table doing watercolors and a series of pencil portraits.
Here's a sampling.
And yes, you may want to consider sending on those emails promising good luck.