The foot is coming along just swell. I took this picture at 5 weeks (it's now six weeks). I hate all the crusty stuff but that can't be helped. It looks pretty much the same today except a little dryer and I think the scab might start coming off in the next week or so. I have to resist picking at it.
I was having a hard time sleeping. I couldn't keep the boot on but I'd hit my foot or turn the wrong way with it off and would wake up in pain. One morning I asked D to bring in a large piece of paper and a pen. He traced my foot and then went out and bought a thick piece of plexiglass. He cut out the shape of my foot which put a big smile on my little wrinkled face.
That evening I took the plexiglass, put it on the bottom of my foot and held it on with an ace bandage. It was large enough to protect the sides and ends of my foot and flat so my foot stayed nice a move free all night long. It was the first time I slept through the night without waking up because I moved the wrong way. It's so lightweight, sometimes I forget it's on. It hasn't given an inkling of cracking or stress.
I went to see the surgeon two weeks ago and he traded my generic grey boot in for a heavy steel boot that is fitted to the size of the shoes I normally wear. So this is between a 6 and 6.5 but gives me a skosh more room at the end so I don't bang my toes.
It's very heavy but I'm allowed to put weight on my heal although I'm still to use the 2 crutches. I think in another two or 3 weeks, I'll be starting PT and hopefully be able to dump the crutches in exchange for a cane. Which by the way, I have a beautiful cane that's almost 20 years old.
Holy crap!!! It'll be 20 years since D fell off the ladder in a few short weeks. Yikes...where has the time flown?
Well, that's it for today. Time to go limp out and dust the family room then throw the minestrone soup in the pot to heat up. I sent D my recipe from work yesterday and he made it from scratch all by his lil' lonesome. Now if only he knew how to clean. Hahahahahaha!
