Remember Das Boot? I do.
Guess what? I am presently in another orthopedic boot, and I am miserable.
Nope, I didn’t re injure the ankle I broke. It’s the other foot. Continue reading
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.
The trip looked a lot like my January visit in some ways, albeit with the addition of Das Boot.
I shared the best salad ever with a new client at Magnolia on Sunset: haricot verts, figs, gorgonzola. We sat outside where the people watching is best described as hilarious.
I stayed at the Andaz on Sunset, which I adore. Last time, I faced the Strip. This time, the Hollywood Hills.
Because some of you have asked, yes, I am still in Das Boot.
I have worn it with jeans, sundresses, cargo pants and skirts. Das Boot helps me get around with less pain but I still hate it.
On Tuesday, I see the doctor again. Wish me luck!