The plot thickens.
So, I had my last video call with the company-appointed doctor on Wednesday, and we both decided that I should rest my foot for a few more days or until my next appointment tomorrow (Saturday) at 4:30 pm. We were both confident by the end of that call that I would be able to return to work this Sunday, even if in limited duty. In other words, previously, there was a restriction where I needed to be seated 80% of the time, and my job could never accommodate that because my job requires me to stand all day long. We both felt that I should be able to stand all day long by this Sunday...and then it happened.
My phone rang about an hour ago, and there she was. My newly appointed nurse from workman's comp. How shall I describe her?
Imagine that Satan had a sister. An older and much nastier sister. Furthermore, imagine that she accidentally sat on a rake...and then she called you on the phone. I am not kidding. If this woman was not the nastiest person on the face of the earth, then she was a close second. Anyhow, in between constantly interrupting me as I was trying to answer her questions, and in between her constant, nasty, loud, and disrespectful comments, she told me that "they," the workman's comp people, do not want me returning to work until I get an MRI done on my foot. She instructed me (more like threatened to call fire down from heaven on me if I did not comply) to tell the doctor tomorrow that I want to have an MRI done, so it looks as if my return to work has been delayed.
In hindsight, I really should get an MRI done. I mean, I can stand fine, and I can walk pretty good, but there is still something wrong with my foot. As far as pain is concerned, it is very minor, but I do still feel something pulling in my foot when I walk, and I also seem to be leaning to the right when I walk, and that is putting abnormal strain on my right calf.
Anyhow, that is the latest.
Oh, I almost forgot the good news.
The nurse is going to call me again after my doctor's appointment tomorrow.
I am kind of in a strait between two things right now.
On the one hand, I could answer her next call.
On the other hand, I could walk to the Fireworks store near my house, purchase two M80's, light them, stick them in my ears, AND BLOW MY HEAD OFF!
Decisions...decisions...