I'm a "Cockeyed Optimist!"

So, I just got back from the doctor. I’m trying to be grateful, but as is usual with me—I was much more optimistic than I should have been. So instead of just being happy, I’m a bit disappointed. 

I’ve been doing so great, that this is what I thought would happen:

Doctor would say I was doing great and could not only have the boot, but be weight bearing too. Which would mean I could resume all of my normal activities—like swimming, going stitching, movies, play bridge, get my hair done, get a manicure, etc. 

Instead, this happened:

Doctor said I can have the boot, but I am still not weight bearing for another month. That means I really can’t go out. Okay, it’s not all bad. I have already been out on the front porch. I can do that. 

I can shower.

I can sleep without the boot.

I only have to wear the boot when I’m getting around—not when I’m just sitting. I didn’t even bother to ask about the pool because Butch “shot me a look!”

I guess, since I’ve been through all of this before, I think I know better than the doctor!! Really, I’ll do what I need to. I’m a good patient. I do get to start some ankle exercises the day after tomorrow. And the stitches are out. And I didn’t have to have that horrible cumbersome cast. 

Really, it’s all good!