Yesterday was seven weeks since my ankle surgery, and I was in the surgeon’s office for my latest check-up/status report. I was hoping I would be able to move from the big, cumbersome, sturdy-like-a-cast black boot that has been my companion for the past five weeks (since getting out of the surgery splint) into a “bubble boot.” Not that I knew what a “bubble boot” was. Only that I was told three weeks ago that it would allow me to move my ankle up and down (forward and back?) which would thus allow me to drive.
You can imagine how excited I was when I left the doctor’s office yesterday wearing my new little “boot.” Actually, I think it would make more sense to call it a splint but whatever.
So I got home, all excited and ready to put on a shoe. Only there wasn’t a single shoe in my closet that would fit over my swollen toes and foot. Forget the little bulk of the boot itself at the back. It was my fat toes and foot that were the problem. So off to the store I went with my daughter. I quickly found a regular athletic shoe wouldn’t work because the shoe around the heel is too high. I also discovered that I would need 1.5 to 2 sizes larger than I normally wear. So the left shoe would be way too big for me … which means I needed to wear a regular shoe on my left foot and a much larger shoe on the right. And I couldn’t buy anything close to my regular athletic shoes.
I’m happy to report that I’m able to walk on my ankle although still with crutches at this point. I can start riding my stationary bike. And I can drive, which I did this morning, going to my family physician for some lab work that needed done. Yes, I have a long way to go, and upping my activity is upping my pain level. But I don’t care. I have car keys in my purse and am able to use them at will.