Six

...Six is the number of the day. I went to my wonderful orthopod today for me post-op exam. The good news is I'm healing quite well despite my best efforts. I'm wearing two mathcing shoes. I do have a slight limp, which is slowing becoming less and less. I have alot of pain at night after being on my feet all day, all of which is normal after... lets count... 5 fractures of my foot. The bad news is he wants me to heal for another Six Weeks!. Six. So April is when I'm looking to hit the streets again. I completly understand his line of thought though. I would rather go back a few weeks late, than go back to early and reinjure my foot. I had a very impresive injury. ( a lisfranc fracture, three metatarsal neck fractures, and a Jones, or Dancers Fracture) But six weeks more in cubicle hell is a long time. I miss my crackheads, my gunshots, my CHFers. But healing is what I'm doing now. He told me if I didn't do what I do, I would be back to work in a week, but because my job intails being on my feet for 12 hours, lifting up to 80 lbs of gear up and down stairs and possibly running for my life when the crackheads start shooting at us, he would rather be safe than sorry. So here I am, six more weeks doing ambulance billing. Which I am happy to do, they didn't have to give me that job. I could just be on LWOP. But still...it kinda sucks. But I'm healing, slowing but steadily.