My Hot Orthopedic Doctor and I spent some quality time together today.
There was Good News & Expected News & Not Awesome News
I arrived promptly at 9:28 for my 9:30am appointment and settled in with Angry Birds, gmail, and some paperworks type stuff.
A mere hour later, I found myself giving an extensive history on the tingly foot, the weird intermittent pain and before I knew it, I was being whisked away into an Xray room. They had to cover the bases. OF course WE knew it wasn't broken, and... it's not.
A bit later HD arrived.
Good news: He's still hot.
He walked in, took my hand, looks me in the eye and says, "It's nice to meet you."
I said, "Wait a minute, I know we've met before, here, in this office."
Charming HD gets bonus points for looking me right in the eyes and saying, "No way I would forget you... are you sure we've met?"
Since I've cut my hair I've been walked passed and unrecognized by people who actually know me, so OK, I'll give him that.
We had some good laughs, he poked my foot with a paperclip ~ a true medical instrument ~ and we bantered while he decided where the problem was really located.
I said, "I really need to get your picture so I can text it to Karasmatic."
He furrowed his beautiful brow, and said, with a slight tilt of his head, "Why? So she can see that I'm still me?"
Deadpan, "No, so she can see that you're still hot."
He burst out laughing, blushed a beautiful pink shade of awesome. And just like that, HD and I were BFF's.
The Expected News: It's a Morton's Neuroma. (it's an inflamed nerve, I've included an image, but this image isn't exactly what I have. It's close enough though)
So he ordered up a "Morton's injection" for my foot.
It went a little like this: HD (still blushing) cradles my foot in his hand, looks up and says with a perfectly straight face, "Bear with me, I'm a little nervous, I've never done this before." There was a pause while I soaked that in, and we ALL started laughing. Of course he's done it before. Anyway, we had a great time with the laughing, and burning stinging of the cortisone shot that didn't hurt as much as I was expecting (he is very distracting... or maybe he has good hands... or both).
"now I'll always remember you, because you were my first...." insert more giggling ~by all of us~ here.
And then, the Not Awesome News: He banned me from running AND cycling for 3 weeks. Not sure which sounds worse, 3 weeks of no running, or 21 days of no running, or 18 days of pool time... I guess it depends on how you view it. He wants me POOL RUNNING, with the belt and ~yeah~.
I can't call that Bad News. It's not bad. Its just not awesome. I'm not too unhappy with the whole thing. I knew I had a problem. 3 weeks of not running is not the end of the world. And, HD was very optimistic about my prognosis. He believes that IF I follow the rules and IF I'm a patient patient I will get better and be fine.
SO, there you go.
The Hot Doc is still hot.