Callus? What callus?

There have been too few good things from this ATR but I concede to an odd one.  I developed a callus on the bottom of my right foot when I had my sorry gymnastics dismount fall back in 1974.  I suffered a bad sprain of the right ankle and somewhere during recovery, I began walking differently and developed that little patch of rock.  Now I have almost no callus…it’s barely there.  I thought the little bastard would return, but I’ve been walking in two shoes and now almost cane free for almost 10 weeks and still it’s barely there.

Woohoo for the little things.  [And no, I do not miss it after 30+ years.]

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