Today was a day that I had circled on the calendar and was eagerly waiting for, but it didn’t go the way that I had hoped. Today, I was supposed to start my journey back to two shoes by being able to put some weight on the ATR leg. Today was supposed to be the day that I could start PT. Unfortunately, I got an infection brewing on my scar. It started weeping yesterday and that continued today. Doc wasn’t happy with that at all. He cleaned it up and pushed all of the blood and puss out and holy cow did that ever hurt when he did that. Check that - it hurts right now, some 12 hours after he did it. So, now I got antibiotics to combat the infection. But the ankle pain is the same level that I had the first couple of days after the surgery. I haven’t taken any pain meds since then, but I may need one to sleep tonight. I am just hoping something worse than an infection didn’t occur. Interesting enough, one of my friends wife had the same doc for a torn meniscus and she lamented that the doc was too rough. At the time, which was after my surgery, I had dismissed it, as I hadn’t had hat experience at all. Well today I can totally concur with her.

Not the day that I was hoping for at all. I guess there are hills in this marathon of a recovery and I just hit one of them. Somehow, just writing that makes me feel a bit better, even if it doesn’t take a way the pain.