Always been someone with plenty to say, but rarely bother to say it... mainly because people are usually too busy yakking about completely inane things, and are far too wrapped-up in their own little closed minds to listen anyway. I had a photography blog going for a while, but Apple's blog service, quite frankly, sucked.
So where to begin?
Maybe a little introduction, maybe a sneak peak about what I have in mind for future posts... Yes, let's start there.
Well, if you're inquisitive enough to have taken a look at the "About Me" section, you'd know that I'm beige with a surgically implanted hamhock. No, seriously! As in I have little piggy parts holding my hoof in place... as in I have bacon bits... as in I'm no longer Kosher.
Long story short, I had to have my achilles tendon surgically repaired after rupturing it standing next to a motorcycle (yes, standing next to it.) The damage was so bad that a porcine tissue graft was required to effect the repair.
How bad? The head of the podiatry department later said that the damage she saw during the surgery was the worst she'd seen in her entire career. Gold star for me.
Little bit longer story, since you're probably wondering how someone could do so much damage to their ankle standing next to a motorcycle.
At the time, I was working at a motorcycle repair and tuning shop. On this particular day, the customer couldn't afford to replace the dead starter motor, so he just wanted to pick it up and use the kickstarter to start his bike.
So, the boss asked me to go and kickstart the bike, a KTM 620 Duke, to be sure that it starts okay when the customer arrives.
No problem; I kickstart bikes all the time.
But this time, the bike decided to kick-back. Hard. A high compression single-cylinder engine with no compression release.
The next thing I know, I'm proned-out on the ground, trying hard not to punch the cement with my fist because of all the adrenaline running through my veins. Ow.
The damage? A ruptured achilles tendon, and an ankle broken in two places. Not to mention the internal bruising, minor (relatively) tissue tears, and bone marrow leakage. I already said "Ow," didn't I?
So that's the back-story of why Hamhock.
Now, what do I have in mind for future posts? Some about prepping, some on first aid supplies and philosophies, thoughts and reviews on outdoor gear, notes on getting strength back into my ankle, and the adventures and activities used to get there.
Stay tuned!
- Hamhock
