I am up way too fucking early again. This time because I have to drive for this fucking training for two days. BUT oh the sweet satisfaction I will have of seeing some people face to face for the first time in a while. Why? Because they will get to see my lovely new boot I am wearing. That's right. A big black boot. To go with my ruptured Achilles. Here's how it went:
Got to the doctor's building way too early but I did miss most of traffic. Not all mind you which is fucking ridiculous. Went in to the doctor's office at 8 and even though my appointment wasn't until 10:45, got in at around 8:40. Cool.
The doctor basically told me I waited too long to have this looked at, immediately slapped a boot on me, and wrote me an order for an MRI of the ankle and lower leg. It will probably end up in surgery depending on how much of the Achilles is left. Essentially a replay of the right leg back in 2007. I took the order to the clinic next door and they couldn't see me yesterday. Fine, I will do it closer to the house.
Got home around 11 and explained all this to B. We decided to go later to deal with it. I did some work and then we went out to the local clinic. They took my order and will call me today with appointment details. Why am I so smug about today? Because I told my work I was fucking injured and two days after the injury I went to Canada, followed by WA, followed by Sacramento. Had I actually rested my leg, I might not be in this boat.
Made dinner, watched some Friends, worked on a puzzle together - yes, you read that right, we are doing a puzzle again. I went off to bed around 10:30.
Off to get ready so I can drive again. Oh boy!
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