*throws confetti into the air*
Wow that sounded productive! Now I'm really glad you made it!
Wow that sounded productive! Now I'm really glad you made it!
I am SO SO SO SO SO excited about this. Like last night, I couldn't sleep until 5 in the morning.
Whoops.
They didn't want to let me have it [because I was on SSI]. The doctors had tried stuff like casting and maybe also the Ponsetti method, I don't know...but nothing was working.
Surgery was the only option, so they also found a clubfeet expert in El Paso.
[Right. Because obviously, if they had broken my legs, the doctor would have patched me up no question, and I'd still be merrily living with them. Right.]

Just so amazing...ok, he's basically redeemed himself, although I still wish he'd tried referring me a lot sooner. 
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But my mom said that both feet were completely turned in, and my right foot was turned in under itself. Without surgery, I would NOT have been able to walk. At all. My mom said that my baby footprints "were the opposite of what they should be." And thank you.
I agree about the wanting a second opinion. I've only gotten surgery for this, when my wisdom teeth were taken out [my bottom ones were so crooked inside my gums they threatened to push all my bottom teeth out of alignment, eep!], and the surgery so I could breathe through my nose. I refuse to get any more surgery after this.
Ok, not really, but anything else I have right now anyway, I don't think surgery would help.
I don't mind being able to predict the weather if that happens. 
Those are awesome. And made me laugh like a loon. 

Plus, we have a while since he needs to coordinate it with the expert AND figure out how to pay for both my surgery and M.'s surgery. So I'm ok with it. 
I took it last night because I was in tons of pain. Yesterday, I went on a march/rally [that was to amend Idaho's Human Rights Statute to include sexual orientation & gender identity--anyway, no arguing about that
], that was about half a mile, and then later walked around Fred Meyer. I was doing this limp-stagger thing that probably looked like I was quite heavily intoxicated. 
Except for the bone that pokes out on the outside of your foot--I'm not sure which bone that is? Around there still hurt like hell. But I was kind of thinking I would need to crawl everywhere last night, and I didn't have to.


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