Well, I got the walking cast removed from my left leg today. What a relief! I immediately went home and took a nice long shower and scrubbed down that leg (it’s been since Jan 23 when I had surgery that it has really seen the light of day). Lucky me it was 65 degrees here in Richmond so that I could wear shorts.
They took some x-rays of my ankle, which I wish I could keep, but they don’t like to make copies. Something about insurance fraud or whatever. Woosies! So I’m sitting there waiting for the doctor to come in, staring at the x-rays with 2 huge screws in my ankle (I didn’t know about those), one of which looked like the little pointy end was sticking out past the edge of the bone. So when the doctor came in and rubbed the scar, which is still very noticeable along with the staple scars that dot either side, I promptly passed out. My doc jokingly said the larger they are, the harder they fall.
But now I’m walking around with a big gray boot thing. I was hoping it would be metal so I could pretend that I was Forest Gump and could tell my coworkers that, “Software programming is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.” I guess I’ll have to stick with my current nickname of “The Gimp.”