Thursday, August 11, 2016

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!


  1. Don't you just hate it when realism trumps optimism. Glad you are progressing, even if more slowly than you had hoped Dr. Barbara! Hang in there.

  2. Sorry to hear that life didn't follow your plan. Glad Butch is there to look at you - glad you've got rid of the cast at least.


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