Healing

Good news: my podiatric surgeon took the cast off my right foot and leg, removed the stitches, and pronounced his handiwork healing nicely. He gave me some exercises to do several times daily (ouch! owie! ouch!) to prevent scar tissue from restricting my foot's mobility and strength, and then he sent me to the cast room to be fitted for a "moon boot," which sort of resembles a ski boot. The boot protects my foot while the bones that were fused mend together and keeps my ankle from over-flexing, which allows my achilles to heal. I am grateful for the boot. But also I hate it with the heat of a zillion radiators. Reason: I have to wear it when I sleep. Awkward. And painful. So I have to take pain meds before bed. To tell the truth, after doing all the foot PT, I need it. At least I sleep well. A funny thing about recovering from foot surgery is that whenever I'm upright for very long, my foot swells into a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade foot. So while I can start putting just a tiny bit of weight on it, I can't do so for very long before having to recline and elevate the puffy thing above heart level until the swelling subsides. Needless to say, I haven't been able to exercise. But my surgeon said in another week I can start swimming -- pulling only; kicking forbidden. I can't wait.