At Least Your Toes Look Pretty

I'm calling yesterday "Groundhog Day for the Boot."

Went to the ortho surgeon for a(nother) follow-up appointment to see if the perpetual boot wearing and physical therapy was actually helping my ankle.

Long story short - it's not.

Doc poked and prodded my ankle (and it hurt like HELL). Then he tells me to stand on my toes on BOTH feet. No problem. Then he says, "OK pick up your left foot so you're ONLY standing on your right foot."

Nope.
Not gonna happen.
I can't stand on my toes on my right foot.

So doc says "well, I would normally recommend that brace you got four years ago but I know you don't like it." No, I hate it.

And then he says "so let's so SIX MORE WEEKS of the boot and physical therapy." (Hence the Groundhog Day reference...the boot saw its shadow and I'm stuck in it for six more weeks).

And if that doesn't work? Then we talk about an MRI and possibly surgery.

I'm stuck in this effin' boot for six more weeks. But, as everyone is so keen to point on, at least my toes look pretty.

The Good, the Bad, and the Crutches

So yesterday was my "three week follow up" at the ortho surgeon's office.

Good news: I can "ease off" the crutches. Which in my world means throw those bitches to the curb. I'm done trying to go "non-weight bearing." Buh-bye.

Other good news: I can drive again. As long as it doesn't hurt. Well, guess what? It freaking HURTS like a mother. But, I'm going to drive. Because I'm sick of being driven around like a 42-year-old Miss Daisy. I'll limit how much I drive.

Meh news: I'm stuck in this damn walking boot for another four weeks. Maybe six weeks. Maybe longer. Who knows.

Also, I have to do 4-6 weeks of physical therapy. I despise physical therapy. It hurts. It makes me miserable. But I'll do it.

Why?

Because my end goal is to walk around Walt Disney World Resort for a week in November without pain.

Seems like a good goal to me.