badmilk has inexplicably strong fingernails, and weak everything else
I made an appointment this morning to see the podiatrist again — 3 months ago
But you know what? I don’t think it’s necessary. According to the information I found online, I’m at a point now where there’s not much I can do besides take NSAIDs to help with the swelling and pain and be conscious of my ankle’s movement. I talked to my mother, a nurse, and she agrees. I’ll run it by Bill and see what he says. A severely injured ankle that’s been in such poor condition for so long isn’t going to fully heal regardless of what you do, and I’m fairly certain I couldn’t afford whatever treatment would be available to me anyway (thanks American health industry).
I’ll see what else I can find out about treating it. It may just so happen that I need to keep my ankle wrapped whenever I’m active for the rest of my life.
...Or at least until I move to a country that can offer me medical attention without taking the grocery money for the next three months out of my pocket.
