Yesterday was pretty exciting for yours truly, well let’s face it, any sort of movement outside the front door counts as ‘pretty exciting’ when you have been trapped in Sofaland for almost three months. I went to the hospital to see the surgeon about the dreaded foot. Although the pin was not due for removal for another week I was pretty hopeful that it would be whipped out early due to the midnight wanderings of its companion pin last week.
Well I hopped in to the X-ray dept like an old pro, waited my turn and then saw my trusty doctor. The pix were fine so she would take out the pin. Oh shoot, I had foolishly thought it would pop out with ease, the last time they had and after the other pin fell out unaided last week I was in a wee bit of lala land on the pin removal front. Let me tell you how fast I was brought down to earth – instantly, in fact my shriek could probably be heard in cyberspace.
mentioned whined to the doctor about the pain on the top of my foot which had started at the weekend and was now getting to the cringe worthy stage. After a bit of prodding she announced it to be the tendons fighting back after so long wearing the horrendous ‘Geisha shoe’ to keep my foot in place for healing. “You’ll have to go back on the Ibuprofen and use ice-packs three times a day to fix that one it can be really painfull” she quipped – no kidding!
The doctor laughs when I drop the horrible Geisha Shoe in the bin and whip out my other clog (way too swollen of foot for anything else I’m afraid) from my trusty Cath Kidston bag. It feels amazing to push my poor old foot into something other than that hateful strap on monstrosity. I feel human at last. Immediately I am planning my next move, tomorrow in Tigger to the village, shops, coffee and movement. Driving to Musselburgh and seeing Madge and Colin – doing, being, getting out and about at last!
Then she drops the bombshell – “Don’t even think about getting in that wee car of yours for two weeks”. I am crushed, flattened and defeated (or should that be defooted), I am in such a rush to escape the sofa and house. “Okay” she relents, “Give it at least another week and see how it feels, but I’m warning you, no running for another two months!”.
So here I am with foot up and a pea bag in place.
I am almost there…
Just got to take it one little baby step at a time.