Spoiler alert - I owe the podiatrist a Coke. Apparently I *did* need Achilles tendon rupture surgery, according to the ortho who performed the operation on Tuesday.
How was I so wrong?
I feel like I should sue myself for malpractice; it's almost like my WebMD degree isn't a real accredidation.
Anyway, I'm deeply disappointed that I can't find a nurse costume to fit Hambone as she's been my constant companion and caretaker. (Yes, they gave me morphine, why do you ask?)