Today marks the end of my 21-day torture period. I get to go back to the Dr. today to finally get the all-clear to take off this blasted boot. When I first started wearing it, I didn’t think it would be so bad.
Oh, how wrong I was.
This little bugger has an air pump and six– yes SIX– different straps and fasteners. So slipping it off for a bit is like moving an effin’ mountain. I have to turn the knob at the top to release the air from the boot. Then I have to undo the four main velcro straps, revealing two inside fasteners, all keeping my broken foot nice and sometimes too toasty warm. By the time I get the damn thing off, it seems like its time to put it back on again. Sheesh!
Let’s not forget that this little bugger is no lightweight footwear. It’s bulky, and it’s damn heavy, dawg. Heavy enough that I feel like I am wearing an ankle weight on my right leg.
All freakin’ day.
I sit at work, and use a pen to reach down inside of it when my leg itches. I spend extra time in the mornings trying to find a shoe for my left foot that is the same height as the boot so that I don’t get a backache from being off balance all day. And damn if my husband doesn’t get tired of seeing random left-footed shoes lying haphazardly around the house, because the right foot is el occupado the last three weeks.
So today I can say goodbye to the boot.
I hope.
Because if those x-rays don’t show my foot to be healed up and able to be comfy in a regular shoe again, the boot will find its new home permanently wedged up the doctor’s hiney.
