We ended up in Prince of Wales hospital where professional examination revealed that the glass shard had severed the big toe tendon but stopped at the bone. So luckily my subconscious attempt to sever my big toe proved unsuccessful. But microsurgery was called for to reconnect that tendon so some powerful anaesthetic was administered and before I knew it I was in the recovery room with a half cast.
At last I was supplied with crutches and free at last. The crutches were fun for about five minutes. Using them to get to the outside of the hospital (via endless corridors that reminded me of a Cold War underground nuclear war defense facility) was fucking exhausting.
So anyway, the past week has been spent trying the patience of new girlfriend and nurse Jojo, alternately hopping and crawling around my (fortunately) small room, watching Flight of the Conchords, and chasing antibiotics with beer. I find myself envying people who can walk normally. I could do that only a week ago! Now I am a cripple. This Wednesday I return to the hospital to get the bandage and cast off and stitches removed, and find out what happens next, but I was told I couldn't walk on that foot for six weeks. Updates will follow.
Blackguard #2 is so close to completion it's not funny, but will be further delayed only a little bit I hope. If anybody out there wants to get their Father-themed comic strip in there, you still have time. You can email me, Crippled Stratu at firstname.lastname@example.org
[Jojo and I took some awesome gore photos of the *crime scene* when we returned to my place Monday morning and it was gorier than we even remembered. Photos forthcoming...]