Yesterday we took Blue up to a doctor in Nashville to get a hard cast for his ankle. We were stuck in traffic for a while so we were a little late, but got there and signed in. After about ten minutes in the waiting room we were asked to come back to see the doctor. A few pulls and twists, and a use of some sort of tuning fork thing, the doctor wanted to x-ray both feet together.

I took Blue in and laid him on the table. He sat as still as he could while the x-rays were being taken, and then we went back to the room. After about ten minutes, the doctor came in and explained that Blue’s ankle was no longer broken. He couldn’t find anything wrong and there was no need for a cast or even the brace that Blue had been wearing. The doctor asked if we brought his other shoe because there was no reason he couldn’t wear it home. He also said he didn’t see a problem with Blue playing baseball this weekend. No pain, no break in the x-ray, everything seemed normal.

Huh. I remember hearing about quick healing in an X-Men movie. We are talking about installing the unbreakable metal claws later this month.