So, I’m back at work today… I woke up late last night to the realization that I was absolutely famished. This was a good sign that I was recovering. The fact that I’ve kept the food down is even better. Illness has not yet left the house though… My wife is down with, I hope, a milder version of what I had. Maybe I softened it up before handing it off to her for the coup de grace.
None of which has anything to do with plastic feet. That’s a bit of work related oddness.
I’m working on a figure (much like the one over there on the right) for one of our clients in Orthopedic Surgery. It’s an illustration of the joint where the leg bone meets the ankle with particular attention to some specific areas. I’m doing an Illustrator line drawing based on some photographs of a plastic model that I’ve got sitting on my desk. The model is one of those ones with plastic bones held together with elastic bands and steel pins, so it flops all over if you move it around. In fact, in order to get a good look at the bones I’m drawing, I kind of have to fold the foot in half sideways.
The other thing with the foot is that the toes don’t want to stay put. They kind of flop all over and get twisted around on the elastic that they have threaded through them. It’s very distressing to anyone who’s had a sports related injury, or even just an ingrown toenail.
The way it flops around reminds me of a rubber chicken that we used to have in the office back when I worked tech support. It was there for cases where all rational solutions had failed. We’d get the rubber chicken out, whack it on the offending computer, and try rebooting it again. Strangely enough, sometimes it worked.