george

Well, that was an adventure in mixed emotions.

Had my first post-op visit today with the surgeon. His assistant removed the cast, which felt fantastic. The cast was big and heavy — and had gotten bigger (actually, my calf muscle had significant atrophy — and I was more than ready to stop lugging it around.

Also, I was ready for (hoping for) a boot. Not that I expected PWB — I knew it would still be NWB — but I wanted a boot for so many reasons.

Instead …

Well, good news first. No infection. The incision looked good. It’s maybe three inches long, running vertically from just above the inside of the heel. Doesn’t look like I’ll have much of a scar - just enough of one, though.

They removed the sutures, and everything’s good.

Except, of course, for the new cast. I asked the doctor about a boot and he explained the different philosophies but said he’d rather err on the conservative side. So here I am, two more weeks.

I can’t explain how good it felt to have the leg and foot hanging free. I won’t explain how bad it felt to have the leg and foot casted again.

(Note: I trust the doc; he’s a fantastic physician and a very good man, to boot. But it was disappointing).

They’ll take the cast off again on July 1, examine the wound again. Barring complications at that time, I’ll go into a boot.

I know it’s only two weeks, but man, that was difficult. The foot was free for a moment. And then it wasn’t.

OK, an encouraging thought.The new cast is much smaller, and it seems lighter. It’s also brighter, as in bright red. The kids chose the color …

I’ll just remain patient. Somehow.

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