Within 36 hours, I broke my stormtrooper boot. Yep, snapped that necessary velcro strap clean off the boot. Thank goodness I married a skateboarder. They are crafty and used to making due with random shit. Skateboarders can bandage a wound and move an entire household with just shoe goo and a skateboard. I am not kidding. Russ used shoe goo to mend our furniture and his shoes for many years. His skateboard has provided dolly service to us for more moves than I can count. Laugh if you want, but this is true. Do you even know a skateboarder? If you do, your life is fuller, and gooier.
So Saturday after my surgery when the stormtrooper boot busted wide open, Super Skateboard Husband busied himself in the mess of our garage/art studio/laundry room/who knows and came out looking like Clark Kent exiting the phone booth only instead of a cape, he had…a dirty, black velcro strap! My boot was skateboarder christened and I asked no questions. I was relieved I would not have to skip my 15 minute standing intervals until Monday.
Then, Sunday morning my daughter brought me my “pump you up” pump that literally pumps up my boot. However, it had been mauled by our black lab. I knew I was doomed for my first pre-op appointment. Staggering in with a dirty black strap on my broken storm trooper boot with a chewed up pump. Rebel patient with a knack for destruction.
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