After spending the month of July in an orthopedic boot, I am back in my sneakers. I am extremely pleased to be free of the heavy black device. It was the smallest the doctor had, but it still reached almost to my knee. It was a great alternative to crutches and I shudder thinking I could have had a plaster cast. However, by the time my appointment came I was done. My husband actually managed to bump up my original appointment. He knew my aggravation.
Things I have had to re-learn include:
- Walking. I keep expecting the floor to move from under me.
- Matching Socks. Okay so I still know how to do this, but I got out of the habit.
- Standing on both feet evenly. To compensate for my injury, I would stand with the weight on my right leg when I was, for instance in the shower.
Being on crutches and then in a boot, I have a new appreciation for ADA requirements. They seem like a hassle and a fabrication of a politically correct society, but when you can’t get around you care less about politics and more about ‘how-do-I-get-in-the-damn-door’.
I’m an inch shorter without the boot. At 5’2″, that is a very noticeable inch, but I’ll just go back to high heels (once the doctor clears me, of course). For the next week or two I am limited to my flat, comfy shoes. If I am very clever I will stretch my doctor’s excuse into a few months. I can hear myself say, “I have to wear my converse. Doctor’s orders.”
- A Broken Foot Means You Don’t Have to Match Your Socks (bcsirrom.wordpress.com)