Boot Scootin'

Well, it appears that I can't catch a break...or maybe the real answer is that I may have caught two. To make a long story short, I was given a clean bill of health by my orthopedic surgeon last Thursday...no more crutches, no more power chair, no more boot! Good news, right? Maybe...After spending about 2 hours on the phone dealing with Sprint & my very stupid cell phone ( another story for another day) we met Jimmy's sister for dinner at 54th street. When we got inside I realized that Jessie & Jimmy had gotten Jaxon's food, but not his diaper bag, so I didn't have a spoon to feed him with. I proceeded to return to the car to get the bag. On the way I realized that cowboy boots on a slick asphalt parking lot less than a week after being released from the doctor may now have been the best idea. In the words of my boss, "Boot scootin' should not be in my vocabulary!" Back to the ortho tomorrow to find out if I reinjured the same ankle, or if it just hurts like the dickens for no reason. Here's hoping for good news & no more boot scootin'!