I call this one Composition 2: Office Desk With Baby Carrots, but it's more commonly referred to in the blog-reading public as Sorry About My Potty Mouth, Mom.
The doctor said a lot of things to me today, but only two of the things really stick in my mind. One preposterous thing and one awesome thing. The preposterous thing she said is NO EXERCISING, and this includes the little Restorative Yoga I've been doing so as to try to prevent myself from going crazy and yelling at people (more than I already do on the average day). The awesome thing she said is that for the next two weeks I only have to wear the boot when I'm commuting.
(All y'all suburban haterz with minivans [I'm just jealous] need to recognize that I commute on foot, which means I walk a half a mile straight uphill [only a slight exaggeration], I'm bobbing and weaving around little old Chinese ladies and weeble-wobble tourists, I'm limping and hopping and lop-sided swagging and still getting really frustrated about how slowly everyone walks around here. So, yeah, pedestrian rage + steep hill + me + recovering foot = wear the boot when you commute. It has a rhyming motto, does your doctor's advice have a rhyming motto? I didn't think so.)
I still have to wear the stupid compression sock at all times except sleepy time until my next appointment, and I still have to strap on the old bone stimulator at least once a day, and I still have to wear sturdy shoes when I'm walking around in the office, but starting tomorrow I'm going to finally start working on recovering my normal walk again.
There are people in California who've never even seen my normal walk. Can you just imagine how amazed they are going to be?
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