That's great news. And good on you for following your doctor's orders.
When I was in HS I broke my left foot. Hurt it Friday, hobbled all weekend, by Monday figured maybe a doctor should have a look. After the x-ray he started rolling up my pants leg and I knew I was getting a cast. My mom, who never had a drivers license, came with me. The doctor asked if she drove and of course she told him she didn't drive. Then he said, well I hope the car has an automatic. "Yep". I lied in front of my mom. We came in my dad's '62 Land Rover. I drove us home
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