This shoe feels so good. I’d never heard of a “post-op shoe” before, but as of yesterday I own one. Remember how I twisted my foot while helping Banjo Man and the Duck Lady capture Dorothy in her pen?

It was raining. The rocks were slippery. Not the best combination. My walking stick saved me from falling.

Two weeks and two Ace bandages later I drove to town to Urgent Care. I’d finally–FINALLY!!!–decided I needed x-rays. Here’s the chart on the waiting room wall.

Hmm…

Did a duck rescue injury count fall into the “Animal Bites & Injuries” category? Or “Hullabaloo & Shenanigans”?

Dorothy sure caused a number of shenanigans.

The lovely nurse practitioner read the x-rays and said she didn’t see any fractures, but it was unusual for a sprain to last this long. Several hours later she called me and said the radiologist had seen a fracture. I needed to see the local orthopedic/sports doctor asap.

And I needed to return to Urgent Care Sunday morning to get a special shoe. Which I did.

I love this shoe. It’s made me much more cheerful and comfortable.

And that’s a very good thing.