Like my new shoe?? Walking — or, I should say hobbling — across Boston Common from the underground parking garage to the Orpheum Theatre to see Brian Wilson (see previous post) wasn’t easy. Six weeks I have to wear this thing, every waking hour.
The previous doctor had it wrong. All wrong. No Boston Marathon for me, this year, but I’ve been promised that I will run again, without having surgery. I’ll explain it all later. Have to ice my ankle before going to bed.
I should have flopped that photo I lifted from an online catalog. (What. You really thought I shaved my legs??) It’s my right leg that’s injured.
My Darth Vader boot! Yes, this guy knows what he’s doing. Wait till I post the report he had faxed over from the orthopedic guy I saw back in September.
Yes, but will you be able to play the piano again? (Groan)
Sorry to hear, Doug. But at least it sounds like you’ve got someone who knows what’s going on now.