This is one bare-bones operation. Not pretty like my normal doctor's office. Oh well. I was glad I brought my knitting, because I had plenty of time to knit while waiting.
He told me I can't run the half-marathon on Sunday. He was shocked when I started crying.
If God wants me to run that race I guess I will. And if he doesn't, I guess I won't. I don't think one little sprained foot is too big of a job for my Higher Power!
"Our very first problem is to accept our present circumstances as they are, ourselves as we are, and the people about us as they are. This is to adopt a realistic humility without which no genuine advance can even begin." -- As Bill Sees It, p. 44