An artistic rendering of my drug induced request for a unicorn horn post op courtesy of my brother’s daughter.
Word gets around, but really? These beast are mythical creatures held in high regard in the fairy tale community so I don’t understand what all the fuss is about. I think it was a legitimate request under the circumstances…
Today I had my stitches removed, sans the one I managed to pull out at some point.
The Doc was curious as to why I was no longer wearing my “Robo-boot”. I couldn’t think of a good explanation so I resorted to mumbling incoherent reasons under my breath.
The Doc was on to me, and he knew I would stray from the path of rehabilitation.
So in short here is the outcome of my visit with my physician.
I am back in my boot for at least 2 more weeks.
I have Physical Therapy twice a week.
I am NOT allowed to clean my garage again.
I'm NOT allowed on ladders...
I actually have to wear the boot.
I didn’t tell him about my dancing episode because the unicorn has to boogie!!!
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