Today was my first post-op appointment. They took off my pseudo-cast, removed the parts of the stitches that didn't dissolve, and told me to give them a call after my six weeks is up. In the meantime I'm supposed to move my foot around a lot but don't put pressure on it.
But ho-ly crap I am still really weak. I've figured out that I can do around 4 somewhat-consecutive sets of 60 crutch-steps before my arms turn to absolute jelly. So, that's my baseline. Take note. I hope to more than double than in the next few weeks.
And, getting to Georgetown Hospital from my hood in DC is really difficult. It's annoying normally, but when you're on crutches, that block you have to walk to switch buses---whoosh. Each crutch feels like someone is beating my shoulders with a jackhammer.
But I finally made it to the hospital, only to have to crutch through a whole frickin hospital to get to the doctor! Why are hospitals so dang circuitous. I felt like a gimpy mouse in a maze, moving slower and slower towards my cheese. If I had made one more wrong turn, I would've had to just find a bed and stayed the night. I was hoping I could get one of those complimentary hospital wheelchair rides, but apparently you only get one per surgery.
Anyway, so by the time I got home from the doctor, I was way too tired to leave the house again, so I missed class tonight, and I feel bad about that.
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