So the
sore-foot saga ended with the doctor screwing up the paperwork (yes, it's final) and the medical equipment guy running a ridiculous flimflam on me that I can’t believe I fell for (moral of story: when under stress, don’t grasp at straws, especially straws offered by a 1950s cliché of a salesman).
The salesman made sure to let me know that he and the doc are personal friends. Like that was supposed to make me feel better (seriously?
).What an old-boy network!
Lucky for me I was already having my doubts about the stupid boot really being necessary. The more I read the more it sounds like it’s not that severe a case (as these things go), there are lots of less drastic things to try, and trying them is /not/ dangerous (unlike what the doctor said).
Ordinarily I would HATE to take internet advice over what an actual in-person doctor said, but in this case I think it’s the right thing to do. I looked carefully — Cleveland Clinic, Mayo Clinic, physical therapy association websites, etc., not QuacksRUs.tv.
I had my heart so set on a fabulous launch of Retirement 2.0, but I guess I will have to limp into it like Quasimodo … and I guess (other moral of story) that is not the end of the world.
It’s surprising how, once you realize “yes, you do have to deal with this,” it gets easier.
OK, off to shop for shoes LOL.
Thank you for listening!