If Dr L says so, then so it is

COMMUTE 2 miles from Fo Pa

OK so yesterday the stress-fractured bone hurt. The most pain since the Badger, a hot sizzling burn under the buttock. What a great place to have an injury.

This was the first time that Dr L's asst Matt came in and did a pre-interview and lumbar measurement. In my head I'd played this conversation going with Dr L, so this was a great interrupt to that mental script.

Then Dr L, and there was a few major points. As always, I wished for a recording so I could get all the details and nuances. Paraphrased:
1 - "you need crutches, 2 weeks maybe 4". Well I expected this.
2 - "breaking a pelvic bone is like breaking the hammer when you hit a nail". oof. I am to distinguish myself.
3 - "there's probably another reason this happened". He said I should look into the side effects of my meds (I looked, some research suggests statins help improve bone density). He's previously encouraged me to supplement my diet to be sure I was getting enough of everything.

So I don't have my crutches, mom does. I put out a few feelers with some neighbors and found a few leads. I can also buy another pair from Walmart for about $35.

And even though I swore that if Dr L says to use crutches, then I'd be on crutches like religion. Yet here I'm resisting and finding excuses. How will I walk the dog? What about work? Will I drive to work, and where will I park? How to carry my lunch on Wed to lunch with TV? Groceries? Going out the back to get leaves for my caterpillars? How do I explain this to people, at work, friends? To SO, who has NOT A SINGLE MOLECULE of idea about this, he would only turn it back on me and put the blame right where it belongs.

And thusly, my real problem revealed.

I met LA for dinner in UCity last night. As my usual, I didn't eat as I'd already eaten and I'd already eaten too much. I did try a sip of the coffee (yuck, still don't like it) and finally took some plain rice and he insisted I pick an ice cream from the cookie shop. Mmmm butter pecan. But uuuuuughhhhh my stomach the next 24 hours. At one point, unintentionally, he said something like "you need to eat more so your bones don't break" and I about cried.