My ankle saga. Although I’ll surely blog about The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2 soon eventually.
The original orthopedist referred me to a surgeon which was a bummer after two months in Das Boot. Incidentally, the new doctor specializes in dancers and the unique injuries they face. Including using stage names apparently.
I haven’t danced in a long time but it’s cool to see a doctor who understands what it’s like.
He didn’t rush me into surgery. Instead he has given me cortisone injections each of the two times he has seen me. And prescribed more physical therapy.
My reaction was something like @#$#^#$%#@#. As you might imagine six months post-fracture.
Yeah.
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