Just as I anticipated, my cast was removed this morning:
Not that I compared or anything, but Jessica (the other patient in the room who, it turned out had surgery the same day I did) had a cast that was vastly prettier than mine! For obvious reasons, she kept her cast! Isn't it pretty? She also happens to work at Microsoft as -- you guessed it -- an artist!
So I'm going to do something very brave here. Something that will prove that I'm comfortable in my own shedding, wrinkly, swollen, hairy, stinky skin. I'm gonna post photos of my leg soon after it came out of the cast.
I hope you haven't just eaten.
You're thinking I'm being overly dramatic, aren't you? You're thinking that it really doesn't look all that bad. Right?
Well, brace yourself.
Now don't get all third-grade "Ewwwww...coooties!!" on me, but there you have it.
Of course, one of the first things I did when I got home was this:
It felt maaaavelous! I followed that up with some of this:
And then I proceeded to massage my foot and attempt to move it around, per doctor's orders. Any movement at all was excruciating and completely indiscernible to the naked eye. Really, I tried to point my toes, even just a little, but they simply wouldn't move. And rolling my ankle from side to side...
No, I can't even write about it yet.
So this is what I'll be living in for the next 6 weeks:
It's very Darth Vader. Even the name of it -- "AirCast" -- reminds me of Darth Vader's airy, scary breathing! But the name comes about because I actually pump air into it, which provides both cushioning and support. My instruction today was to put 20% of my weight on my foot using crutches to walk, and then increase the weight-bearing by 20 pounds every three days.
So as of today the healing process is out of the doctor's hands and in mine (or rather, in my feet). If I use my scooter as I have been, I simply won't heal, so I need to start walking with crutches and moving my foot, no matter how much it hurts. Wish me luck!