Cheesy metaphors aside, I got my cast off! The smell was less than stellar. I now know what rotten chlorine smells like (attempted waterproofing failed last week in the pool). It will still be at least another month before I can start learning to walk again. In the mean time I will be doing lots of therapy and even have a trip to Wyoming planned for the first week of September.
On the plus side: my socks are lasting twice as long.
With any luck you are looking at the results from the last surgery of my current predicament. The stapled wound to the left is now covered in a cast, which quite possibly might lead to me wearing what my therapist calls, “a leg condom.” The, “
Yesterday’s in-patient surgery turned into an overnight adventure because they couldn’t wake me up after the operation. What can I say, I like to sleep and they gave me lots of narcotics. The result was me having to spend the night for observation.