I had good news/bad news combo thing going on today with my ankle.
Good news: I got this delivered at work today from the workman's comp people:
It's nice to take a break from crutches, though I was starting to get impressed with the hulk shoulders I was building lugging my fattage around. I work in a building with long halls and I was getting tired of clomping my way around. This is nice and quiet, and I can even carry coffee and other things. The bad news is that it weighs about 50 pounds, and although I can lift it, I can't angle it into my car while hopping up and down on one foot. So sad.
More good new: the nice folks at workman's comp, after sending me to an urgent care clinic on Wed. (wtf? I'd already been to the ER four days prior), who immediately referred me to an ortho doc, actually made me an appointment with my regular ankle doc of the past few years, who is, after much research, one of the best ankle guys in Florida and around. The bad news is that I can't get an appointment for a freaking week and a half due to the holidays. I'd already tried to get one myself with same luck. So...two and a half weeks after being injured, I'll be just starting the process that should have already been underway. I'm hoping the delay for proper assessment and care won't cause any problems that could have been avoided.
I'm tired. frustrated. hurting. not happy.