I am getting closer to some kind of normalcy. I had my checkup yesterday and only have to wear a hard cast for a week and a half. Everything is looking as it should. Apparently I shredded the tendon, so the doctor lassoed the shreds of the tendon to another tendon. That's what I got out of the conversation anyway. Thank you unknown tendon for kindly holding onto the rogue tendon.
Robert and I thought it would be cute to do a candy corn themed cast. But really it just looks like I belong at a construction site.
I came home from the checkup and immediately folded a basket of laundry standing up with my scooter. It was my gift to myself.
I sat down to work on an assignment, and after I reached the halfway point, I realized my focus was in the toilet. It was tough to get comfortable! I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my leg from resting on my stitches.
As it turns out, the stinging nettle pain is actually something to do with the stitches. I've had stitches a few times in my life, but somehow my brain forgot what a torment they are. The splint that I've been wearing had mounds and mounds of cotton batting in addition to two plaster pieces. I now have a sock, some batting, and the cast. I can definitely tell the difference. The stitches hurt like hell, but the cast is lighter. I'm hoping tomorrow is better and/or I can find things that hold my attention and distract me from the stinging nettles.
I've been dipping back into 2018 memories when Robert had his tendon surgery. That fool was riding around the block on his dang scooter even before he got a cast. Here I am, one basket of laundry, one acorn away from collapsing or wrecking. It looks like I've got some catch up to do!
I like your brightly colored cast. I say it looks like candy corn, very appropriate for this time of year.
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