Drat! I busted my foot! Actually, the No. 5 phalange – the third bone back from the pinky toe on my left foot. Released from the hospital last week with a walker boot and some crutches, it soon felt comfortable enough to get around with a cane, and I had an appointment with the Orthopaedist in one week.
Well, he had bad news: that bone, because of blood-flow issues and flexibility, doesn’t usually heal easily. He put me in a cast and off the cane. I must not put my weight on the foot at all, so it’s back to the crutches or a walker. The walker is at least a little less unwieldly than the crutches, but it’ll be a winsome six weeks until I see the doctor again.
How’d I do it? Too embarrassing to mention – but be careful clambering up onto a bed when changing ceiling-fan lights.
I suppose my return to wheels will be on a bicycle, but I’ll get back on the scooter ASAP. At least when I broke my elbow back in the day in a bike crash, I could still ride the bicycle in the cast. In the meantime if I post even still less frequently than is my wont, here be my excuse. Mice and rats!
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