The Cliffs of Insanity

I went to the orthopaedist today, the same one I went to over a year ago who wouldn't do anything for my knees. He looked at my ankle and echoed what the E/R docs said in that this was one of the worst sprains he'd seen. He put me in a boot and prescribed me some Ultram, which is like sugar pills for me, and said he wanted to see me in six weeks. I'll go back for the follow-up because I'm sure it's required to get my bills covered by BP, but then I'm never going back to that buttmunch again. I said as much when I first saw him for my knees and I would never have gone back to him if I hadn't been pressed into seeing him. They wouldn't let me see any of the other docs in that group because my chart was already set up with him. Once my Medicare goes into effect in October, I'm finding myself a decent orthopaedic doctor and telling this to eat dirt.

And this boot they put me in? I remember Michael Jackson wearing a pair in one of his epic 80s videos. Here's hoping this boot gives me MJ's mad dancing skills yo.

Oh, and here's a picture of those bruises. Dr. Asshat said the bruises would probably continue to extend out to the toes and the top of my foot. Good times! >:[