It’s official.
I have been freed from the walking boot.
New pictures were taken and I was surprised to learn that the bone hasn’t completely healed yet. I guess that’s what I get for being an old codger.
The doctor was unimpressed with my canvas Doc Martins and told me to get some high top tennis shoes with stiffer sides to wear for the next three weeks. After that the Doc Martins will suffice.
He was one of those doctors who practically has his hand on the door the whole visit, so you better ask your questions quick like...you know, he’s got people to see and places to go.... literally. [The waiting room was a zoo.]
I had two questions I barked out one and then and saved the best for last.
Can I go to physical therapy?
No, he said. You don’t need physical therapy. Walk, bike, or swim. That’s what you need. Do normal things you would do with your foot.
There I sat, with visions of my favorite physical therapist, Kenny fading into the ether....
But, but, but....
Then he waved his doctor pen in front of my eyes with the doctor version of the Jedi mind trick....
“You don’t NEED to see the physical therapist. Walk, bike, or swim.”
I repeated the dreaded words with my eyes glazed over....
‘I don’t NEED to see the physical therapist. I’ll walk, bike or swim.’
When he saw that I was in compliance with his wishes, he disappeared out the door with almost magician like ease.
I’m sorry Kenny. My Jedi training is not yet complete. I forgot Yoda’s teaching. “Do or do not, there is no ‘try’.
(At last. Let me savor this moment. ... yes... it’s good, very good. I finally have proof of the weakness of her mind. Susceptibility to the mind trick. It’s incontrovertible. The Cupcake IS feebleminded. I KNEW it!)
Frown.
You DO realize that you are a literary device don’t you?
And that literary devices come from the mind of the ... well, you don’t NEED to know where literary devices come from.
(I don’t NEED to know where literary devices come from.)
That’s better.
Somebody tell Yoda, that I will be a Jedi yet!