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Photography is not super-possible since I am just propped up on two sticks & one leg, but I shoot a lot of photos.  This is from some festival we were at, when summer was new & full of promise.

Now, basically, it is about one day then the next.  One foot in front of the other, propped up on crutches.  I found out last night that I do not just have a broken foot, but also have completely blown out the ligaments on the outside of the ankle.  Ok.  Sure.

The good news is that is has been double-plus splinted since Monday and does not hurt.  Oh, except for when I was in the MRI machine Tuesday and it was being incidentally vibrated.  The bad news is that I had to already fire the first doctor, who was going to put a cast on it tomorrow, for he would not accommodate my very reasonable request that I have a waterproof cast.  It is reasonable for a very many number of reasons, some of them actually medical.   

He seemed like the kind of guy who just did not want to do what I wanted him to do because it was not what he wanted to do.  What really made me angry was that Tuesday night, when he called with the results of the radiologist's report, he said a waterproof cast was fine. Then when I sought to double-check today, he turned wobbly & reversey. Not that he had actual medical rebuttals for me.  So, onto the next doctor.

I will fire a physician in a fucking heartbeat.  This time I was coy about the reasons, because really, it does not matter.  He had already made it very clear he could not hear my whispery, girlish, feminine, housewife's voice when I talked.  So whatever.  Good riddance.

Oh, whispery-girlish reminds me that I am reading yet another Kennedy biography.  It is my guilty pleasure.  My children could have drowned off the coast of South Carolina a couple of years ago while I was riveted to Don Spoto's bio of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.  I am pretty sure I got a sunburn.  That guy is an excellent writer. 

Anyhow, first a cast, from someone, then we will see what is next.