I'm Rethinking My Position on Amputation

If given the option of having my legs removed below the knee, at this point that's a trade I might consider: no feet for no pain. At risk of repeating myself, my feet really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really hurt.

And how necessary can feet be? I mean, look at that snazzy cycling prosthetic that bicycle rider has. Imagine having a high-tech leg for all your various activities: the cycling leg, the walking leg, the running leg, the swimming leg (with fin!), the driving leg. You could wind up like Iron Man, Green Lantern or one of the numerous other superheroes that are always modifying their bodies (or body armor) to achieve miracles.

Okay, you're probably right. I'd probably wind up like this guy.

So I guess I'll keep the feet, and continue dealing with the pain.