The boot

I went for my second consultation at the Ortho clinic today and had my cast removed. I almost felt sorry for myself. My foot was bruised and wrinkled up like a prune. I wiggled my toes and my tiny toe refused to respond. The doctor said that the fracture in my foot does not look like it has changed much since the last scan which was exactly three weeks ago.

He said that there might have been some soft tissues that have mended but are too miniscule to show up on the x-ray scans. So much for reassurance. I was given a boot for my left foot and was told that I could walk on it but to start off with crutches and assess the amount of pressure that I can exert on the foot against the amount of pain that it causes.

Admittedly, I felt helpless and out of my comfort zone once again. I tried in the first five steps to walk with my left leg with the aid of the crutches but it just gave way. I know. My foot has not walked in four weeks. I cannot expect it to pick up where it left off. But I felt miserable.

On the bright side...

I can take off my boot when I shower and when I sleep. And I am four weeks away to walking on both feet again. Plus, my situation cannot be compared to the guy who was about three beds away from me.

He is a scaffolder at one of the mine sites up North and he fell off from a considerable height, broke his right foot in two places and he was told (I was eavesdropping) that he could not put any pressure on it for the next two months. There were a couple of things that he could not do like work or drive. The look on his face. It was unbearable. Tho he did have a cute face. And nice maori tattoos across his shoulder and arms. And a nice tan.

I digress.

Here's to being human.