I did. I got the boot. No, really.
Okay, I got A boot. A walking version. Sexy, no?
Remember that pesky little stress fracture I got back in April? Yeah. Turns out the "wait it out and see what happens" method isn't very effective. Shut up. It's been 9 months and it still sucked enough that my husband finally convinced me to go the podiatrist my GP said I could "go to if I wanted."
I have some third metatarsal rage action going on, so since I cannot feasibly "stay off my feet" (which was the other genius medical advice I laughed at from my GP) I get to wear this sexy thing for a while.
Six weeks of attempting to chase a 2 year old and a 3.75 year old in this baby. Uh huh. No problem. Also? I'm suddenly wearing a single orthopedic platform shoe, so my back hurts. They really need to rename this particular footwear. It's more of a hobbling boot than a walking boot. Damn misnomers.