Free! Free at Last!

And no bail required!

I was going to throw the boot over the deck railing and into the back yard, but then I would have to go out in the cold and pick it up, so I just sort of tossed it across the room, and Molly is now checking it out.  For the millionth time.

The PA (the ortho seemed to be in hiding.  Kinda odd...) said that the broken bones are 100% mended and after a few sessions of pt, I am finished with all this.  Yay!

Yay is right.  Does this mean you will stop whining?  

I haven't been whining.  I've been complaining, a little, and I was entitled to complain.

A little!  Hah!  And no, you weren't entitled.  The PA told you that of all the patients she has seen with the type of breaks you had, only three have not required surgery, and you are one of the three.  So really, you are LUCKY!

OK.  I'm lucky.  And as much as I normally hate going to the mall, I am going there tomorrow to get something from the Gap and also to ask a question at the Apple store.  

I can go to the mall!!!!

Oh, yay.

Yes!  Oh yay!

Worse Things Have Happened to Better People.

Official Me:  I KNOW it!  Leave me alone!

other me:  Then stop complaining!  I'm tired of hearing about how much you hate the boot.

Official Me:  It's been ten %T^&*() weeks that I've hobbled around in this thing. It's heavy.  It's uncomfortable.  And I think it might smell a little.  I can't tell.  I'm tall.

other me:  Blah, blah, blah.

Official Me:  You don't know.  You haven't been wearing it.

other me:  Really?  Where have I been then?

Official Me:  You know what I mean.  It's getting really, really old, wearing this thing, and the orthopedist better tell me tomorrow that I don't need it any longer or...

other me:  or what?

Official Me:  Breaking News!!!  Orthopedist beaten about the head and neck with a walking cast left at the scene.

other me:  Yeah.  Sure.

Official Me:  Suspect ran off.  Authorities expect her to be caught soon.  She was last seen limping, wearing one Dansko and one sock, possibly hand knit.

other me:  Oh, great.  Stuck in a jail cell with you.  Lunatic.

My Ideal Doctor's Appointment

That, and having the orthopedist say:  You're fine!  Go home!

That did not happen today.  Instead it was:  Here, wear this brace at home; wear the walking cast the rest of the time; come back in four weeks.  Go to PT.

I swear, this will NEVER END!!!

Watch out, y'all.  I might be nearing a bad mood. 

#$%^&*@#$%^& 

I CAN DRIVE!!!

I can drive!   I can drive!  I can drive!   I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!

breathe…..

I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive! I can drive!

I went to my orthopedist’s office today and the PA said that I can drive.  I have to wear an air cast and then put the walking cast back on before I get out of the car.  And I shouldn’t walk much; the bones are healing well and if I mess that up, surgery, metal plates and metal pins are in my future.  No way.  

BUT, I have watched Dr. Phil two days in a row, y’all.  And that ain’t right.

A girl’s gotta bounce, yo.  

I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive! I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!

In My Next Life I Will Be A Dancer

Unless I come back as a mouse or an elephant or a tree or something....

Do you think that once I get rid of this:

I will be able to do this?






I couldn't before I broke my ankle.

But a girl can dream?