i'd rather be right --

Yes, I know.  I need a pedicure.  I shouldn't wear torn shorts in public.  You are tired of hearing the tale of my right foot.


Did I cover everything?  I thought a little preemptive strike might whet your appetites.


Or maybe I am just being defensive.


Either way, what you have here is a self-portrait of Steve Cotton standing on his own two feet.  You will have to take my word that I stopped in full stride to get the shot.


And I could have taken the photograph any day since Monday.  When we returned from Spokane, I decided it was time to give up the crutch I was using as a cane.


And then I took the extra step (or steps) to walk over to the hospital last night to the Coumadin clinic.  We're not talking Lawton Chiles walks here.  It was just a few blocks.  But I was able to walk without much difficulty.


Today I went to Costco with my Mom before I took her out to dinner.  Just a week ago that would have been a major adventure on my crutches.


Am I healed?  Hardly.  I still have no subtle motion in my ankle -- making me as prone to falls as a professional tort filer.


But I can get around.  Before long I hope to have enough strength in my right foot to drive.  But not today.


I have one more physical therapy appointment -- on Monday.  Then I will be on my own to do exercises.


If all goes well, I am going to the Portland Zoo on Saturday.  Because our summer weather has finally arrived.


And this may be the last medical bulletin on my foot -- at least, for a while.


And, no, Laurie, I am not getting a pedicure.