My Mother-in-Law Took My SUV Keys, and Then My Father Showed Up
“No broken bones,” she said, pointing a plastic pen at the space between the ankle joint and the lower fibula.
“But you have a severe grade two ligament sprain.”
“Can I drive?” I asked.
“Not with your right foot,” Dr.
Miller said, opening a tall lower cabinet.
“You can’t put full weight on that heel for at least two weeks.”
She took out a heavy, rigid black walking boot with thick Velcro straps and a rounded rubber sole.
She carefully wrapped my ankle in white cotton padding before tightening the three black straps across my shin and instep.