At least that's what I like to think. I figure it's common knowledge by know, but if you didn't know, I broke my ankle a few weeks back. The response of the highly respected medical community? "Yeah, that looks bad. Put this giant thing on your ankle and don't move it for awhile." Brilliant, no? Anyway, this post was intended to bitch about one particular peddler of the farce that is modern medicine, Orthopedics and Sports Medicine of Raleigh, NC. After their astounding advice a few weeks ago, I had a follow-up "appointment" this past Firday at 2:00. I say "appointment", because when I returned from lunch Friday afternoon, I had a voicemal message. Who was it? None other than the lovely receptionist from the aforementioned clinic, informing me that they had decided not to work on Friday afternoon, and would like me to reschedule my appointment for some later date that wouldn't conflict with the fancy doctor-man's 3-day weekend at the lake house plans. Man, that really chaps my ass...
On a brighter note, I've decided (solely on the basis of my own medical expertise, of course) that my spaceboot is no longer required. I walked without it all day today, and other than my calf absolutely burning, I was just fine. I'll probably go back to it tomorrow when I have to go to work, and at the very least when I finally do go back to the doctor's office, whenever those punks can squeeze me in, but I now feel much more liberated.
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