A Slice of Humble Pie

Very frequently, humility comes from outside circumstances. A verbal slap to the face, an embarrassing situation, or drawing a complete blank on a test are all ways in which we are reminded of our human condition and its limitations. The way that humble pie was most recently served to me, however, was a bit different. It is in some ways more difficult to swallow when the situation is self-inflicted. At the moment, it's my right lower leg and foot.

You may laugh at such a silly thing, but it's really very revolting to me. Since getting Max, I have had the chance to examine my calf muscle. It's pretty much completely gone. When I say it's the size of my forearm, I am exaggerating, but not by much. Then there is the reality of the layers of skin that are peeling off. I have incisions and bruises all around my ankle and foot. It's absolutely disgusting to look at and to admit that that ugly thing is me.