While I am frustrated at the lack of mobility, I am getting a little nervous about 'walking' again. 6 weeks with no weight on the left leg will do that to you. What will happen when I can actually use it? I see visions of a blubbering, heaping mess on the floor.
I don't know what my instructions will be. I only know that I am to bring 'The Boot' to my cast removal ceremony. Well, that's what it is in my mind anyway!
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| That's not me at the top of the Rocky stairs, but I can still visualize! |
I do know that I will then begin the tortuous path to recovery known as 'PT'. Can't wait for that painfest. Letting tendons and ligaments get 6 weeks worth of scar tissue built up before moving them ought to be a walk in the park. Uh huh.
And yet, I will be glad to be able to get moving and stop sitting around with my leg up so much. At least if my leg swells, I can adjust the boot. This cast has been rather stubbornly un-adjustable, despite my efforts.
Oh, I have no doubt that I will overdo it at first. I will sit around with my leg up napping for a couple of days, frustrated and sad. Then I will suck it up and be more reasonable with what I can and can't do.
While it may not be the forts that I usually aspire to complete, I do still have plans for the summer. A couple of little trips and then a trip to the Big Apple (hopefully). I have a basement and a spare room that need deep cleaning. I have closets to get at and I would like to help my sister overcome her painting obstacles. I would love to be able to drive somewhere, open my car door and get out and walk to my destination. Going upstairs would also be a treat since I haven't seen our second floor in over a month. And let's not even talk about the joys of a proper shower where both legs get clean and both legs get shaved!
Oh, wait. Does this mean I will have to start cooking again? On second thought, I think I might need another couple of weeks in this cast.
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