No, still not dead.
I haven't updated this thing in forever, and I feel vaguely guilty about that. First there was nothing happening, and then there was too much happening, and then I kind of forgot about it, and now we're here.
I'm going to start with the ankle, because that's as good a place as any. Today was my first day of rehab on the ankle I sprained about a month-and-a-half ago. When I went to the orthopedist last week, he said that in addition to the healing sprain, I've also got two bone chips and a possible tear. He also took some pictures of me doing that snappy thing my healthy ankle does, because it's apparently this extremely rare trait (a subluxation of the somethingorother), and so now I've got a permanent slot in their teaching files.
I'm going to rehab for the ankle largely because my health coverage won't pay for a MRI until I've done at least four weeks of rehab. Meh. I'm a double Taurus; I can out-wait just about anybody, even if the wheels of bureaucracy are on their side. I'm so good at waiting, I was born three weeks late. You just can't teach that stuff.
I'm going to start with the ankle, because that's as good a place as any. Today was my first day of rehab on the ankle I sprained about a month-and-a-half ago. When I went to the orthopedist last week, he said that in addition to the healing sprain, I've also got two bone chips and a possible tear. He also took some pictures of me doing that snappy thing my healthy ankle does, because it's apparently this extremely rare trait (a subluxation of the somethingorother), and so now I've got a permanent slot in their teaching files.
I'm going to rehab for the ankle largely because my health coverage won't pay for a MRI until I've done at least four weeks of rehab. Meh. I'm a double Taurus; I can out-wait just about anybody, even if the wheels of bureaucracy are on their side. I'm so good at waiting, I was born three weeks late. You just can't teach that stuff.