Time to Reboot

I hate that there are times when your computer doesn't work, a program acts hinky -- you name it -- and the solution, invariably, is to reboot the PC. Well, my foot hasn't healed. It should have. Using the most conservative date for when I fractured it, say, November 25 (after the Turkey Trot, the day I think I cracked the damn bone), it has been nearly 90 days. I was told to get the boot (read earlier posts) and wear it for 6 weeks. I resisted at first but have been very compliant ever since. Very compliant.

So the 6 weeks goes by and my doctor says I can take the boot off. I may have written about that, but maybe not because my father died (one month ago today) and I just lost track of time. I took it off and was absolutely overjoyed. My plan was to walk around for a couple weeks to let my foot get used to walking and then try some light, easy cycling and treadmill walking. My shoes, so long apart, clicked heals and greeted each other like two lovers long apart. (Perhaps, too dramatic, but it was close). I wanted to run, walk, anything. But . . .

A couple of nearly glorious, boot-free weeks go by and then the foot starts to feel, well, I am going to say "ouchy." Not awful, no sharp pain, just not right. If a foot is not right you know and I knew. So I contacted my doctor and he sent me for another MRI. I have lost count of the number of times I have had an MRI. Despite my worst fears, the giant MRI magnet doesn't pull the fillings out of your teeth. Boy, that would suck.

The result? Here's the email from my doctor:

"[A] little swelling remains in the third foot bone called the
3rd metatarsal, everything else is almost resolved. You really bruised
the tarsal and metatarsal bones in the first go-around. We need to keep
you in a boot for 4 more weeks, NOT NEGOTIABLE.
It is almost healed but no messing around."

Reboot.