Several months ago I twisted my ankle and it has not healed. So, last Friday I got a cast. Well, I have never had a cast before, so I had a panic attack as a result! When I tried to sleep I can only define the feeling as claustrophobic, like being in a straight-jacket, held against my will. I called Jason on Saturday to ask if I was being a drama queen. He assured me I wasn't. That the feeling could be like being in a coffin - yes, he got it!!! Even if he lied to me I appreciate it. I needed confirmation I was not crazy. Also, I wanted to see if Jason has the tools to get the sucker off! But, alas, he did not have the tools.
So off to Kaiser Jamie and I went to get the damn thing OFF!!! Here we are in the waiting room...
After a while we were called into the doctor's office. In walks a "hip" doctor of Phillipine origin. Very suave I might say. He smelled good, had perfectly coiffed hair and dressed like one of the guys from Miami Vice. Actually, he could have been one of them - I'm not sure. He listened to my story and also made me feel like I was not crazy and legimized my feelings. He told me he would take it off, but did not recommend it. Just knowing I could get it off somehow helped. Then he discussed smoking pot to ease the tension. Did he give me medical marijuana? The answer no. However he prescribed an anti-anxiety drug to help me relax when I slept. Took it. Needless to say - it worked. My friend is still with me today. I have named it Franken Foot.
OMG, look at that hairy BIG hobbit toe. Here it is after a quick shave...
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