My cute little physical therapist said that she's sending me back to the foot surgeon. There's something going on that she can't fix and the swelling just wont go away. I made her compare my ankles just to make sure she wasn't mistaking chub for swelling. I was pretty sure that my ankle was fat, not swollen. I was wrong.

She really does put up with a lot from me. I'm always having her do experiments. Last time I was there I was CERTAIN that it was my orthotics causing the fankle pain when I walk. Maybe they don't fit right anymore, I told her. So, she let me try the treadmill without my shoes just so I'd get that idea out of my head. She was right, and i was wrong. Go figure. Maybe there's a reason she has the word Doctor in her title, eh?

She's hoping that the surgeon will opt for a cortisone shot to the ankle to calm things down. I hope that she's right, because I do not want another fankle surgery. My foot already looks like frankenfankle. (ha! That made me laugh!)

So yeah. All I have to say about that is meh.