A chilly 63 degrees has never stopped the hub from fishing. So a few hours after he went out, I drove my gimpy foot to the dock and joined him for a couple of hours.
The crisp air mostly felt good.
I had to do a little first aid after the hub cut his finger on this northern’s tooth. He also caught some nice bass.
I met with the foot doc on Friday. He went over the results of my MRI. There was a lot to report, a lot that is wrong with my foot. The two main issues are bone marrow edema (aka bone bruises) and a frayed tendon.
So I have to wear a brace for four weeks. And then see the doc again. If four weeks in the brace doesn’t do wonders, then he has another trick to try – something about injecting platelet rich plasma into the tendon, or something like that.
I asked him if I’ll be limping for the rest of my life. He said no, “not as long as you’re my patient.”
I’m going to believe him.
I way over-did the walking last weekend. As I sat on the boardwalk in Grand Haven watching all the able-footed people be-bop by, I longed to be one of them again.
How was your weekend?