So what do you all think of my latest fashion statement?
It's kinda cute . . . as orthopedic devices go. A lot more sexy than the big black boot, the recommended alternative that didn't fit.
After 10 days of DENIAL, I finally demanded an X-Ray of the offended ankle, and now I have to face the naked truth: I have a small avulsion fracture. Except it's not naked anymore. It's securely wrapped up in velcro and hard plastic, delicately cradled in a green air cushion.
I am doing a lot of sitting, sulking, and robotically ingesting cheese and chocolates. This ain't going to be pretty.