Das Boot

Okay, I know that Das Boot actually means The Boat, but since this thing Reeder is wearing now is almost the SIZE of a boat.... well, I think it's close enough.

He tore his Fascia last week. He hobbled around over the weekend and then went to the foot doctor to find out what it was. Now he hobbles around in this huge, heavy contraption - these things are way beyond the little soft plastic, pump-up kinds they used to have you wear. At least his is.

The first time I saw it was when he hoisted it up next to me on the couch - it looked like something Herman Munster would clunk around in, chasing Lily for a little kiss.

It has a metal bar that runs up the back of his calf.
I weighed the other day, while he was sleeping, and it weighs 3 lbs!

And then there are the velcro straps! The first night he came to bed after I was asleep and I woke to the most awful SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH... It was him undoing the Velcro straps. There are SEVEN of them. (either I'm getting used to the cacophony of his undressing, or else he's found a quieter way to do it. I still hear it, but I can go back to sleep. Well, most nights. Obviously one of those nights it annoyed me enough, I COUNTED how many ripping screeches I heard!)

He said it's helping, his foot feels better. It prevents him from bending his foot at all, letting the fascia heal. Oh, or I could say heel heal. (if it was a really painful process, could you say 'heel healing hell?')