Actually, I don;t know if they even bothered with a scalpel or just used a damn Chop Saw.

He called me this morning while I was driving to work and I could tell right away that something wasn’t good. I told him I was driving and that I’d call him right back. So I whipped into a gas station parking lot and called him back.

Again, right away something ain’t right, I can hear it in his voice. Pretty quick I find out why.

He tells me that they took him back into surgery after whacking off his little toe the day before and this time, they took all of them off his right foot.

Big toe and all.

He told me the doctor said they were all infected.

At this point, I am praying hard that they got it all and don’t wind up whittling on his foot or taking it off completely next.

It’s that freaking serious.

I’m asking for people to pray hard for my friend, he desperately needs all the help he can get.

I didn’t talk to him for too long but I can tell that he is depressed and that the reality of the situation was still setting in.

He just got back to South Dakota and basically the doctor wanted to do surgery the minute he showed up but CederQ told him he had to move his camper and unpack his shit first. I think he went in on a Friday he left and came back and they whacked his toe either Monday or Tuesday.

I can’t keep track of time anymore, it just flies by.

A couple hours after I got to work, I got a text from Bear Claw.

We went back and forth about a time for me to call him and I finally said screw it and just stopped and called him.

He is ONE HELL of a nice guy by the way.

He said he might drive from Oklahoma up to South Dakota to see and take care of our boy for a few days, he isn’t quite sure yet and he also told me that CederQ’s brother, who he just moved away from, might fly out of Southern Oregon and go up to take care of him for a few days. Both of which I would like to see happen but both scenarios are completely out of my hands.

As it is, I am going to call CederQ tomorrow morning and find out where in the hell he is. Name of city, hospital and room number.

I’ve had my head up my ass for not having that information already.

So there’s the latest as I know it and the poor bastard got and lost a nickname in one day.

I’ve already got a new one just waiting but I’m not going to jinx the poor guy and I’ll wait to see if he can avoid them Pill Shills whacking off any more of his body parts first before I lay it on him.

At this point I am praying that I don’t have to start scouring Amazon looking for a Peg Leg.