[sammyg2]

Up until about 6 years ago I used to tell folks that I had never broke a bone in my life. Caint say that no more.

Back around 1983 I was riding dirt bikes along the fire trails in the hills east of Riverside.
Well, I did a flying trapeze act.
I was convinced I had broke my foot. The guys I was with convinced me otherwise, pansy, wimp etc.

I kept riding but kept crashing. Shock. Beer helped.
Never missed any work but I had a nasty limp for about a month or so, not being able to put any weight on my left heel.
It got better.

About 6 years ago I was having problems that seemed like bone spurs at the achilles so I went to a pedo-doctor.
She was looking at the x-ray and said something like, "who the heck set that break?" I said, "what break?"

Turns out I broke the heel bone completely off right where it necks down to the narrowest part and it eventually fused together higher up, about 1/4" higher. the pedo-doc asked if i had any back problems, yep. Surgery in 1985.
Any knee problems? Yep, one surgery in 1998 and I'm due to get the other cut on one of these days. She said that figures.

She had me walk on this silly paper stuff to check the gait, she said it was really bad.

She said she could fix it but I wouldn't be able to walk on it for 6 months.
Nope, it ain't that bad. Too old to start a restoration project.