The End Of The Line

I have a second opinion that’s just like the first. I’ve spent three months in either a boot or a cast, which haven’t make the pain stop.
I get my ankle opened up, and the pesky extra bone removed, next Friday at high noon. I would say I’m looking forward to it, but I’m really not. It means at least 3 weeks on crutches, possibly longer, and a very long recovery (“it’s worse than an ACL“, says Dr. Wilson).
The one small consolation is that we stuck with the conservative option until it was clear it wouldn’t work. My doctor comes highly recommended (even by the guy who gave the second opinion).
My other source of comfort is that my wife is awesome. She’s handled my various horrific injuries with grace, support and love. She’s just the best.

1 thought on “The End Of The Line”

  1. On the bright side, it was an extra bone to begin with…sort of like an appendix in your foot. Do you think they will let you keep it? Might make a neat necklace or ring or hood ornament.

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