More Monkey Business

The Year of the Monkey continues on its disruptive path through my life.

Not content with wrecking my Big 60 travel plans, costing me literally thousands of dollars in repairs and replacements of various failed devices this year, and tripping my husband’s health at every turn, this time that little monkey bastard took a swipe at son #2.

Misha has already seen more than his fair share of emergency rooms -not including an unhappy childhood altercation with a hive of angry wasps.

Five years ago he had a less-than-graceful landing while snowboarding and broke his hip. At the tender age of only 23, he was having conversations with the surgeon about possibly needing a hip replacement.

Thankfully they were able to repair the damage and virtually guarantee (with fingers crossed) that it would be at least 20 years before hip replacement might be required.

Post-surgery February 2011

While still on crutches with a recovering hip, he tripped and fell … this time breaking the heel of his foot.  Bone chips embedded in his Achilles tendon could not be safely removed with surgery and he was told it was unlikely he would be able to continue running.

… but Misha had other plans.  He became a Spartan athlete.

July 2016

So this latest unexpected excursion to the nearest emergency room came a huge surprise. It turns out this Spartan warrior is still not indestructible.

Misha was attending the wedding of a friend and after an evening of happy celebration, he twisted his foot descending a set of stairs.

The lump on his heel are the renegade bone chips from his fall in 2011.

With a foot that is several shades of swollen and bruised, the x-ray was inconclusive. We have our fingers crossed that the follow-up with the Fracture Clinic this week will rule out anything serious and that this will be a quick recovery.

Still looking all GQ the morning after a night in Emergency

In the meantime, I had hoped those crutches gathering dust downstairs in the basement for the past 5 years would never be needed again.  With mixed feelings, they were pushed back into service.

I hope that obnoxious little Monkey is proud of himself, because I’ve had enough.

Go. Away.