Actually I am broken.* My ankle is. I’m stuck in Das Boot for at least four more weeks. It could be longer and surgery isn’t out of the question.
I am giving myself a little time to sulk about the fact that I’ll effectively be hobbled all summer. And then I will move on.
First though, can I be ticked about the doctor who first examined me and said that my ankle wasn’t so swollen? He, Dr. Janitor we’ll call him, gave me an air cast (that didn’t properly immobilize me) before sending me on my way. I am tempted to mail him a copy of my MRI report.
Hmph. Fortunately the care I have received at my real doctor’s office has been terrific if not exactly punctual.
Know what’s funny though? I couldn’t even tell you which bone is fractured. This is involved. Also this and this. There’s more but if you have read thus far, you obviously love me more than my mother.
Speaking of Mom, if there’s a bright spot in all of this, it is that my wobbly bits may get a partial pass when we see each other at the beach soon.
“Injured! Pitiful! Unable to exercise! Mother me, Mommy!”
If that doesn’t work, I’ll just hide and drink a lot. Thanks in advance for the well wishes.
*In case you clicked my link hoping to watch Kristen Stewart star in Marcus Foster’s video for “I Was Broken” here it is: