The Long and Winding Road

Back to the fracture clinic on Friday for that long awaited day when I would be freed from the cast.  Saw the doctor for a very short period of time, who after running his finger up and down the achilles announced that it had healed fine and I was free to begin physio.  He effectively discharged me from the clinic, saying I only needed to return if I or the physio felt there were problems. 

So, a great feeling to leave the hospital with no cast and to be able to have the leg fully weight bearing again, just under nine weeks after the rupture happened. 

It was highly opportune timing too, as I was due to fly to France the following day to attend my cousin’s wedding, taking place in Burgundy - right in the heart of the wine-producing regions - lovely!

So the next day Laura and I drove over to Edinburgh airport for our easyjet flight to Geneva.  I had brought the crutches along with me and they were to prove invaluable.  At the check-in desk, we were accorded priority boarding status and approaching a long queue at security, we were escorted through a side door, skipping the worst of it.  Onto the plane, we had extra leg-room seats held for us by the cabin crew.  All in all, most welcomed. 

The wedding was great fun and I took the chance - albeit after a few glasses of wine - to test out the newly healed achilles.  I pushed up and down on tiptoes several times and was actually quite surprised by the ease of doing so.  However, I was to suffer slightly the next morning, when the leg was quite sore and very swollen.

Indeed, while I haven’t experienced too much pain - just some around the heel, which seems to be pretty commonplace according to reports on here - the swelling has occured after every time I have walked on it for a few minutes or more. 

We returned from France yesterday, and am off to my first physio appointment shortly and will post again soon about what that entailed and what exercises I have been asked to begin with.