I’m really starting to round the bend in terms of feeling normal again. Don’t get me wrong, I am a long way off from walking normally in shoes, but with the boot I can move through life and do almost anything I need to do… Well, anything one can do in a giant ski boot type thing. This weekend I spent a lot of time on my feet - playing with my children, potty training one of said children (oy), doing laundry, in the kitchen. I drove on the interstate, and in some busy traffic, and felt fairly confident. It’s not normal driving conditions for me but I know how to work within my parameters and it’s going ok.
I noticed this evening that I was walking more comfortably around my house in flip-flops. Whereas the last few days I’ve tried flip-flops, but have had to walk by kind of rolling each step on the right side of my foot (to protect the left side of my foot where the surgery occurred), today I find that I can kind of bear weight evenly on my foot and even push off on it a little bit. The progress is small but it is progress nonetheless! I ate lunch at a diner counter with my foot hanging down, and went to a ballet where I sat with my foot on the ground for about two hours. Being in an aisle seat, it was fairly terrifying having people walk by my seat (and my feet!) on the way to their seats in the middle. One accidental misstep by a stranger would have meant searing pain for me, but the boot is ultimately a good protector, and all was fine.
I noticed this evening that I was walking more comfortably around my house in flip-flops. Whereas the last few days I’ve tried flip-flops, but have had to walk by kind of rolling each step on the right side of my foot (to protect the left side of my foot where the surgery occurred), today I find that I can kind of bear weight evenly on my foot and even push off on it a little bit. The progress is small but it is progress nonetheless! I ate lunch at a diner counter with my foot hanging down, and went to a ballet where I sat with my foot on the ground for about two hours. Being in an aisle seat, it was fairly terrifying having people walk by my seat (and my feet!) on the way to their seats in the middle. One accidental misstep by a stranger would have meant searing pain for me, but the boot is ultimately a good protector, and all was fine.
At the ballet today, it was hard not to wonder
how dancers’ feet (and x-rays) end up looking
after a long career!
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