This week I went back to my podiatrist, fully believing I'd hear good news, and would be released from the drag that is my walking boot cast. I even packed my left shoe, so sure I'd be leaving the office with two shoes on. I imagined stopping at my car to store the unneeded boot before returning to work with good ankles once again.
That was not quite how it went.
I kind of slipped again, and even with my boot on, I felt my ankle pull in a not nice way. In my defense, that boot has zero gripping tread, so when it met a smooth surface, it skittered out from under me. The ligaments are not tightening up and my foot is still swollen. I have the measurements to prove it.
Two more weeks in the boot, physical therapy twice a week, and then maybe I'll be back in matching shoes again.
I think the worst part is when I put the boot on this morning, it was a comforting welcome, usually reserved for a wonderful pair of fluffy socks or a perfect pair of comfy slippers. I don't like how much my ankle liked getting back into the boot after a night of unrestrained rest!