Tickle

I had nothing to fear but fear itself. Well, it wasn't that dramatic. But I've had dreams about my leg being virtually cut off from the saw that removes casts. Today when they removed the cast from my leg, the only sensation I had was a little tickle. It's a vibrating saw that doesn't hurt a bit but I wasn't convinced until the nurse demonstrated on her arm. And then it tickled. Quite amazing really.

And the smell they all warn you about - it wasn't there. Sure, I had flakes of skin everywhere and my skin looks as though it may molt off and leave me with nothing but bone. But there was no smell and it didn't look so bad. Don't get me wrong, there are scarred and scabbed incisions, swollen tissues and wrinkled skin. But my foot is looking pretty good considering the turmoil it's gone through in the past six and a half weeks.

The bad news is that I still have to stay off my of foot for another week and a half. I am happy to oblige given that I don't have a cast and I can take a shower - HALLELUJAH! But I won't be able to start the process of learning to walk again - not for another week and half at least.

The good news is that my x-rays look great. Doc displayed the before and after films and it's shocking to the see the transformation my foot has undergone. The gravity of my foot's deformity in those before x-rays makes me realize that I've done the right thing with this surgery. It's any wonder I could walk on that foot; let alone run, backpack and bike.

And now I can wear all my socks again. Exciting.

Flakiness

ONE MORE SLEEP until I get this *&%!(*#%#&( cast removed - I haven't spared the story for anyone who even happens to glance at my crutches.

The thing to which I'm looking most forward is, interestingly, descaling my leg and foot. I made the mistake of peeling an innocent-looking flake of skin on my toe and pulled a piece of skin the length of my second toe off the back. I couldn't stop there and continued to peel and now it looks like I have scales. Disgusting. I had to put a sock over it to make myself stop peeling for fear that I would have no skin left on my toes. I guess that's how much skin we flake off naturally when it has somewhere to go rather than in my sock or cast.

I'm soooo looking forward to the sight and smell of my leg under the cast tomorrow.

HB 2 U

Yesterday was my see-star's birthday. She is 27. We were at a grocery store and ran into a man with whom I work. He was surprised to hear here age as he thought she was turning 17.

Happy Birthday Cdoc. I love you.

6 more sleeps ...

... until I get my cast off. I may start counting the minutes and seconds too.

But I have to wonder how they'll saw off this cast without cutting my leg. I'm sure I'll have a dream about that soon enough...

Slow moving ...

The only thing I've been able to catch lately is a cold. I have become quite capable on my crutches - even impressed Hubs with my graceful (hardly) jig forward, backward and sideways. Even though I'm capable, I'm still slow and unable to carry much.

Today, feeling sorry for myself because I'm feeling under the weather, Hubs stopped at a convenience store to let me get a chocolate treat to make me feel a bit better. Hubs stayed in the car. So, while inside, I realized that I had no way to get my treats from across the store to the counter to pay for them. The only thing I could do was put them inside my purse. As I approached the counter, I barely beat the other customer there - a police officer standing in line right behind me. As I removed the treats from my purse, I proclaimed, "I really could get myself in trouble for this but I have no other way to transport them to the counter." In good humor, the police officer responded, "Well, you wouldn't be that difficult to catch anyway."