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Ok it is either go time or go away time. I think my heel is full of scar tissue, at the back of the heel at the bottom of the Achilles tendon. Either it is or it isn't - I think it IS because every time I kneed it with a jackhammer, it feels better. Of course so does a sore throat after guzzling a litre of Tabasco hot sauce.

I am hoping it is one of those things that actually go away.

I am praying it is something that goes away. Today I believe in god - I promised him (or her - got to be politically correct y'know) that I will never hurt another living creature like I will never intentionally step on another ant for example. I said, I can't guarantee this if I can't see the stupid little creature, but if they are carrying around big hunks of food, which they are prone to do, I won't rob them of their dignity.

I won't rob them of their destiny either. So sure I wont step on them, but I never said anything about not setting them alight, flooding them out, dropping empty beer kegs on them or driving over them. That's right, I didn't!

But I made a promise, a promise that I will keep forever (as long as I remember to), I pledge to never intentionally step on another ant if God will relieve me of my scar tissue. I mean c'mon Achilles was a Greek God - I took history in skool.

I wonder if God is listening? Because he never answers anyone in English with the southern drawl - never! I will plead in court that he (or she or it) refused to talk (in his southern drawl - or talk at all) how was I to know that he knew that I said I was going to light the ants on fire or drop empty beer kegs on them?

I am sure the court system, especially the American court system will give me jprudence. Ok I am not American, but I didn't know God wasn't American either, after all he is going to save them first.

I think my rolling pin might save me. That's right, I am going to take my rolling pin and roll my calf, Achilles and heel as hard as I can, to fix it, I promise.

Today I believe in Rolling Pin, that's right. I just prayed to my rolling pin. Stupid thing didn't answer back, but at least I can smash it to pieces if the heel doesn't get better, this I know.

Or I can save it and use it to help me make my next loaf of bread.