I drove my car today, for the first time. Only round the block mind, with a few hard breaking maneuvers, to test out the old tendon. By all accounts it went well, no pain, I felt as if I had gone for a long walk. Ached a fair bit, but much better than I have been dreading over the past months. I will keep it to short journeys to build up more strength. But the feeling of real freedom at last is a good one.
I am walking without crutches now. Yes I still limp, but no more heel pain. I am exercising at least three times a day or more, Riding my exercise bike, I have a wobble cushion for stretching, which hurts less now, I am doing two feet heel raises, and lunge stretching: thats knee over toes to freeshmen, which is still stiff and uncomfortable. I march on the spot a lot, and have even managed to walk over a mile a couple of times, I am buggered when I get home though. My stamina is getting better, but long walks remind me how weak I am.
I still go to PT once every two weeks, although next week I have been downgraded to an ankle class “hurray”, as opposed to “one on one treatment”. The swelling is getting better. I think in a few weeks, I may be able to wear some of my normal shoes, and stop wearing my clown sized 10’s, which are making me more clumsy than usual.
I went shopping with my wife last week, the things you do to get out! Anyway, I am walking around a supermarket miles away, when paranoia turns to real fear in an instant. An old girl is walking up behind me, looking at the food, oblivious to her trolleys front lower BAR, BLOODY HELL, it’s at AT height, and about to bump into my healing AT. I was gripped by real fear, and made a very fast exit. To close for comfort, but a lesson in how not to become to complaisant about getting better. Re-ruptured by an old age pensioner, now that would make them laugh at the hospital.
I hope you are all getting well, or even better walking, good luck to all of you, and watch out for the shopping trolly.