and then there were two

So today was the day the physio put me back into two shoes. After nearly six months (my ATR happened on the 11th of April) I took my first steps in a pair of Nike Air’s. Of course I have heel raises in both shoes, and two crutch on my journey up and down the hospital gym but I can cope with that.

It was odd, I was elated, I was scared, I was more perplexed that I had to think about walking. It’s like breathing, it’s just something you do. I guess the last time I had to think about it I was one year old… and then I didn’t know what thinking was, let alone walking.

But all went well, the physio was happy that my walking was good and I was using the leg, all I had to watch out for was how I was standing and that my hips were level, obviously human nature is to take more weight on your good leg, but that is a no no. I did about ten lengths of the gym, no pain the the tendon, a little discomfort in the ankle joint that hasn’t moved much in the last while, but I have to say all good. I asked what next, do I use the Air Cast going round and do a bit without it and I was told no, just use the two crutches and get rid of it as soon as possible. I had to put it back on as I couldn’t carry it, and then I had to catch a flight home tonight so it stayed on for a trip through the airport as it’s too much walking too soon (and too slow).

When I got to my folk house I did a bit of walking about which my Mum and the long suffering other half were please to see, and it felt pretty good. I bit of a very slight twinge, but that’s my paranoia kicking in I’d imagine as much as anything else.

I’ve got a weekend of wedding prep ahead of me, so I’ll have to take it easy and the boot well be coming in the car with me in case there is a lot of walking to be done, but I was told to got for a walk tomorrow and get used to it… scary and exciting times.

So again I know I’m a long way off, but it’s not very long ago that today seemed like a long way off, but God willing I’ll get there… in two shoes!

 

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hi ho, hi ho, it’s off too the doc I go (went)

So today was check in day with my Doc and after two ultrasounds and two MRI’s he was happy to let me take another block out (again) which leave me almost at 90°… I won’t lie there was a since of relief washed over me as I exited the Hospital. Even though I know I’m not out of the woods, the last few weeks (months? I loose track now) where pretty up and down. Getting scans, waiting for results of scans, has been the worst part of this injury… it’s very odd knowing that when you get a scan it should give an answer, but it I’ve learned it’s not always the case.

I don’t want to get ahead of myself, and think too positive as I know there’s still a fair bit to go, but at least now I feel like I can move on to the final stage of recovery. Sure there’s a chance it could go again, but I feel now like I’ve earned the right to forget about that for a bit (as much as you can) and just see what happens.

So I have one block left, along with the blue block I will wear in my shoe when I get to that stage. The Doc did say I could wear two blocks in my shoe if I was worried, it was at that stage last time when I heard the dreaded ‘pop’… but I’ll see how I get on when I get there.

So I head to the physio tomorrow morning, but I think until I get down to the final block she might not let me do too much. Then back to see the Doc in two weeks time to get the last block out and see what comes next.

I bumped into a guy who the last time I saw him in a hospital had a full cage round his leg after a nasty break, he was now out of the cage, walking well, and a good few months off being back to normal again, but it was good to see him back in action… it’s funny there’s a little group of cast/crutch buddies you meet when you’re a regular in the hospital, nice to see them getting on and getting healthy.

What the hell I’m going to chuck one of these in… 🙂

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legs 11 (well maybe a 7)

Whilst I was doing my heel raises this morning my long suffering other half had the task of taking a pic of my legs to show just how much muscle atrophy there is in my dodgy leg. Considering muscle starts to waste after two days I guess it’s not that bad, and I’m sure when I get back walking it will bulk up a bit more. (it looks worse from the front than it does from the back by the way)

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