Usually I do a pretty good job of keeping my head up and not feeling too sorry for myself...let's face it, wallowing never got anyone anywhere. This morning, however, I'll admit to not feeling quite as upbeat as I normally would be. You see, I HAD some fun plans in store for this New Year, primarily heading out of state for a shin dig with a bunch of my racing buddies. Instead, I sat at home, mostly alone (save for my freshly divorced roommate), and didn't even make it past 10pm. Friday, Dec 30th, I went in for the second round of surgery on my leg. The Doc got everything plated and I lost the erector set, but needless to say, either way, any New Year's plans were shot in the ass. No way I was going to manage going out - or doing anything for that matter - on a leg that I can't leave unelevated for more than an hour at this point, and an hour was probably going to be pushing it. Yes it's one night. I know, that, in the grand scheme of things, it won't ma