I'm Grounded. I'm Stuck. I'm Still. I'm Hindered. I'm Crandall. I'm Thankful. I'm in Minor Pain. I'm Lucky

In the tradition of being me, I put off going to the doctor until the very second I had time to go to the doctor. Yes, I'm booted, but it could be so much worse. I've got torn ligaments from my shin to my ankle, but there isn't a fracture, nor a break. After 5 days, when I woke up swollen and bruised, I decided, "Well, you might want to get this checked."

I think they're being over-dramatic with the boot, but for four weeks I'm singing, "one of these days this boot is gonna walk all over you."

I'll deal. 

It hurts, but already I can tell that this contraptions is going to be supportive. I'd rather have it than be regretful. The doctor came in, checked my chart and started laughing. "So, you were stupid, Mr. Crandall. You're an idiot. Do you care to elaborate?" That's what I wrote for incident causing injury.

I gave her the drama of a hernia, an eyeball, my fire with psoriasis, and the need of a colonoscopy, and she just smirked. "You're young. Stop being so dramatic."

Um. This is not my norm. I'm usually hyperactive and all over the place. Sitting still KILLS me.

So, I'm 4-weeks of raised leg, calm, and hope. Then I will be normal. Whatever. Someone needs to rake my leaves and mow my lawn. Who wants to help me roast a turkey and gravy some potatoes? I guess I'm glad that NCTE and ALAN are online, although it's been my mission to return to Louisville this year.

Ahhhhhh. Crandall. We got this. 

The boot is actually comfortable and I always wondered what a lifetime of boots collected by mother was like. Truth be told...I think they get commission for saying, "You're an imp. We need to strap you up." But I will trust them, and next year I will think of a Halloween costume so the apparatus doesn't go to waste."

#ThisIs49. 

Yup.