goldman’s AchillesBlog

When I’m driving in my car
And the man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to drive my imagination

7+ weeks post op — So I was sort of forced to drive my truck into work today. I had planned on just driving to the train station (4 mins away) for practice, and taking the train/taxi into the work office. But I forgot to get the handicap placard from my wife’s car, and there was no regular parking available, so I just said to myself: “Oh fraggit, may as well drive the 30 min drive all the way in”. Figured I would be beholden only to my schedule and not the Train/Uber combo I’ve been using for the past couple weeks. I had my winter shoe on my right foot. The shoe is quite large and roomy but my foot was so swollen that I could barely slip on the shoe. I had to wriggle _very_ carefully so as not to wrench my foot up too fast or with too much force. Between that and driving like a grandpa at about 25mph all the way on back roads it ’twas a bit anticlimactic. I was paranoid about injuring the tendon pressing on my pickup truck’s stiff gas pedal, and its old-only-manual brakes, so I kept my foot pointed in a funny downward slant and pretended like I was walking with the Aircast boot. I used the left emergency foot brake a lot to pre-slow down at controlled intersections. I’m sure I annoyed the hell out of every driver behind me today

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