Looking out my backdoor: Parsing the Fear

On a Saturday I saw an orthopedic specialist. He said, “I can fix your hip and leg.”

I’m kind of backward when it comes to medical issues. I didn’t go to him for a fix. I went for a referral to somebody who could make me those horrid ugly black shoes where one shoe is built up with a two or four or six inch sole — you know the kind — the ones I’ve been too vain to consider.

The doctor also told me the ugly black shoes would not help. I like to think I am smart. I like to think I knew my problem and shoes were the fix. Not even close.

Lent being too far ahead to wait, I had...