My surgeon explains things in a way I can understand. Unexpected, especially for an Ivy League punk. I like that about her.

Today I got the first cast removed. Today is the end of four weeks without being able to put my foot on the ground. She said “IF”, so I have not put my foot on the ground since about 7:00 am on December 20, 2016.

They put another cast on today, and they gave me a “walking shoe.” This is where the explanation comes in. It’s not really a walking shoe, it’s a peeing shoe.

That is the only time I am allowed to put my foot on the ground. That’s all the weight she wants it to bear for the next two weeks.

I asked if I can put it on the ground to get out of the car. Nope. But I can drive. I’m not sure how I am going to get the scooter out of the car without putting a foot on the ground, but I will figure it out. Peggy has got to be tired of taking me everywhere.

To be honest, it doesn’t look a whole lot different than it did two weeks ago, so I just have to take her word for it. I’ve waited four weeks, so two more ain’t gonna kill me.

As long as I can drive.