My Right Foot

I was on leave yesterday. I wasn’t feeling so good and needed a little rest. After so much of running around, climbing stairs and kicking so many butts the day before, my feet aches. I mean really bad especially the right one.

For friends who might not know the real account, I’d be happy to fill up the blank for you. I fractured my right foot two years ago as a result of some tragic heroic misadventures. I tried to save some kids from drowning and got bitten by a giant catfish on the leg and then…….OK OK so I lied. It wasn’t exactly happened like that but it definitely felt that way.

If you must know, it happened in one gloomy Sunday afternoon. I was jogging (yes, you read it correctly!) alone and was minding my own business when suddenly I accidentally stepped on the iron rods that cover the big monsoon drainage. And for some ‘mysterious’ reason it snapped and the next thing I know I found myself helplessly slumped inside that now-historical sewage. The rest is history they say.

Since that unfortunate episode of my life, my right foot always gives me problem whenever I push it a little harder. I have consulted with many doctors and specialists about my quandary and guess what, they seemed to agree on one thing - that this footy situation ain’t going any way if I don’t control my ballooning weight.

Talking about quirk of fate.

I jogged because I wanted to lose weight (I was hefty then) and injured myself in the process. Now that I can no longer jog, doctors ask me to lose weight nonetheless. It’s a cruel cruel irony don’t you think?

I know that discussing about your deformed limp or your weight issue on a blog like this must be the saddest thing anyone could do but I guess it is worth the shame. I have come to realize, maybe the pain and agony I am feeling right now can be the inspiration of the new and better me. It’s like a sign from my body that saying ‘stop gobbling the entire population food resources and get that fat ass of yours moving’. I want to be lighter so that my feet won’t suffer.

Sigh. I am a man with many flaws but I try to be thankful of what I am or what has happened to me. It’s hard to swallow that sometime but I’ll pull through. For now, I just can be happy to know that my momma is still going to love anyhow, regardless of what I come back to her as – limping or not, fat or thin.

Ain’t it that most comforting feeling?

Note: I would like to apologize for the offensive graphic display of my swollen foot or my unkempt toenail above. The pictures meant for education purposes only and not as a way of raising donation as previously reported.