Tomorrow...tomorrow...

I go back to the doctor tomorrow afternoon for another fun-filled appointment.

Last week, I was delusional. I think in the back of my mind I really thought I would walk into my appointment, the doc would look at my healing ankle and say "OK, you can go back to work, back to walking, have a great life."

Like I said...delusional.

This week I'm hoping that the special brace has come in so I can get out of the moon boot and that the doc thinks the swelling has reduced enough to send me to physical therapy and/or back to work.

I don't think he's going to send me to PT for at least one more week (he said at the earliest week 7) and said he probably wouldn't send me to work until I have been in PT for a week. I have to get used to walking again before he's going to release me into the world.

So in essence I expect more of the same tomorrow and almost feel like the appointment is useless--unless I get the brace and can get rid of the CAM walker. Fingers crossed.