Not the ego and not the shoulders or back getting a massage. More like my insurance and credit cards. I've visited ER, to have an x-ray that wouldn't likely have shown a stress fracture yet anyway, but that was something of a pre-rec to get crutches and a boot. And Vicadin if you want it. I'll take my otc, thanks.
I have had the epitome of customer service and family care. A cousin I've barely seen called and has come to the rescue in so many ways I can count. Took my bike back to ship out, retrieved my bags and bottles from cages on the bike. He had me check out of the hotel, come to his house, agreed to get me to either his girfriend's orthoped/office or to ER, and to take me to the airport in the morning.
His folks, my aunt and uncle, also not people I see regularly flew in this morning- and whose arrival Chris juggled with my ER stay without breaking a sweat or blinking. By the time he was back I was booted, crutched and done.
I'm hoping it's not my imagination or the fact I've had it elevated the majority of time, but that it actually is better. I can, at least with this shoe bear some weight on it.
Doc at ER planted a new seed of hope. It might be a strained ligament or tendon and not a fracture. That I can deal with- still a fluke but must be that healing time would be a lot shorter for that.
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