Fire in my leg!

All who carry this affliction…of achilles rupturitis…all know about ‘the boot’.  My half cast was removed and the boot ensued.  I call this walking in my own post hole all day long.  Throw in the armpit chafing crutches all day long and you got some kind of cruel impersonation of R2D2, with your significant other walking much like C3PO just to ’slow down’ with you while you hobble step your way around your new life.  I wouldn’t complain so much but the PT and the nurse called this ‘walking’.  So I spent the whole of two days looking for the highest heeled manly appearing shoes I could find to even out my gait so I looked and walked much more like Frankenstein then my pal R2.  Frustration overpowering good judgement I hopped from store to store to store even to a shoe store that advertised selling ‘orthotic’ shoes and finally settled on a twenty buck pair of ‘work shoes’ from walmart.  Yes folks after all that good ol walmart had the best selection to offset the height differential of my bipedal gait.  As soon as I get them out of the box I’ll show case them here with a tape measure in case anyone else has this problem.  What comes next adds to the frustration, I will have three to four weeks between appointments with the Doc., or P.T. or nurse, just to ‘take out’ a 1/2 inch wedge from the heel of my boot and to hear them say..”ok looks good see you in a month, and we will take out another wedge.”  Next move is to figure out how to strap an office chair to my knee when I get back to work, thanks Dennis and Peter.