The last six inches

[mirium]

Another milestone in the Saga Of The Foot, which is probably much more interesting to me than it is to you all. Don't know if I mentioned it here, but when I went back a month later to get the sprain X-rayed again just to be sure it wasn't broken, they found it was, err, broken. So I spent a month in one of those big black boots that have girders up the sides, and discovered (amongst other things) that it's great for crushing soda cans before putting them in the recycling.

Anyway, they told me a couple of days ago that I could take the boot off when I'm home, although I have to wear it a couple more weeks for going to work and other walking-intensive excursions. I can sleep without it, no more "rug burn" on the other leg! I can shower without it, no more "pouring water out of a bucket" afterwards (the bag around it ALWAYS leaks, no matter how tightly I rubberband/tape it). I CAN CHANGE THE SOCK EVERY DAY! Fwewee, after wearing the same one for a month, I was not the only one who was happy about that.

And I had to laugh at my subconscious. The night before I went to the doctor again, I dreamt that President Obama was giving a speech: "mirium's foot is Yearning To Be Free. Let us join together as a nation to support mirium's foot, and work towards the day when it can once again walk in the light of day..."

[luf100]

I LOLed at your dream.

Having a cast sounds... kinda gross, really! But yay for being able to change your sock and taking showers! ;D

[mirium]

Wearing a cast is gross, luf -- I know it's tempting, guys, but I really recommend against breaking something just to get one. ;D Especially these days, they aren't plaster so you can't even get everyone to sign it. And if I'd ever thought those folks who tell you to exfoliate your skin were full of it, I've changed my mind -- good thing someone at work who had broken a leg once warned me, otherwise I would have thought that white film all over my foot was mold from all the showering leakage.

He also warned me that my foot would flop like a fish when the cast first came off, which it did/does -- it's kind of amusing. When I'm tired and bored and barefoot and sitting down, I hold my legs out and wag them a little and the healthy one just ignores it but the (previously) broken one flops up and down like -- well, like a dead fish. I suppose I should ask the physical therapist if I should be doing that, when I have my first appointment next week....