Part Nine

 Thursday March 29  2:56 pm
 So, it's time for an update. Let's see, so on March 13th, I finally got the cast removed and now have been in the walking boot since. And let me say....that first shower without the cast.....maaan....I was in Heaven. Well.....a heaven for the temporarily disabled. But...nevertheless.....Heaven. And whew, boy did my foot look like it was found at some archaeological dig in the lost catacombs somewhere deep under the earth's surface. Ewww! It took a few washings to get my foot to look normal again. So, my foot may look fine now, but my calf is still suffering from a bit of atrophy. Basically, I'm now a proud owner of one skinny ass calf. Not too worried, after a while, this hairy feminine shaped leg from the knee down will eventually fill out.

not me (hahaha)

 Now, one silly accident did occur. Four days after getting my walking boot. On Saturday March 17th, while walking barefoot on crutches in my apt., I ended up stubbing my toe on my "good" foot. As a reaction, I fell forward and planted my "bad" foot ahead of me to stop my fall. All of my weight was put on the "bad" foot for only a split second, and folks.....let me tell you.....the pain that surged through my foot........wow! I actually felt like the mythological Achilles right after he got the arrow shot through his achilles. Paaaaiiinnnful!!! I toppled forward and collapsed, screaming mind you, and thankfully landed on the couch. I grabbed my foot immediately as if I was trying to choke my foot out. I was doing that deep breathing, half panting while teeth clenched, with my eyes closed tightly. Moaning, groaning, cussin', etc. I finally removed my hands from around my ankle area only to see that I was now bleeding from a scab around my stitched area. The blood thinners I've been taking apparently worked because the amount of blood that was coming from such a small area seemed......well....... ridiculous. Needless to say, I obviously stopped the bleeding, but I also feared the worse. That I might've re-ruptured my achilles. I was very disappointed in myself.
 (Just FYI: No re-rupture. I was fine a couple of days later)

 The following Saturday March 24th, I finally went "out" for the first time in a very, very long time. Went to a lounge/club for a friend's birthday party. I obviously sat a majority of the time (still with my crutches nearby) but still had such a good time. It was much needed to get out and finally socialize. Though, there was one time that made me feel really...kinda weird. Like I had a "disabled reality check". When I got up to use the restroom, the floor guy escorted me through the huge crowd. He used a mini flashlight to get people's attention (by using the light of course. Not knocking people over the head to get their attention) When people saw me they parted, like the way Moses parted Red Sea. I felt embarrassed. I did. I was saying "Thank you" and "Sorry" with a smile to everyone while crutching my way through. But yes...I felt like "that" guy. I quickly got over it though when I had to go later. I was like "This shit is awesome". People really made an attempt to get the hell out of the way. Even yelling at their own friends to move for me. Incredible! I felt like I had that pregnant lady respect (hahahaha)

definitely not me

  So now, today March 29th, I'm able to walk around in my boot without any crutches (tho' I take them around with me anyway) I actually drove my car from one spot to another spot in the garage. It's a public garage, so it's pretty large. I wanted to test my foot on the clutch while wearing my boot. I felt like a race car driver prepping for my laps around the track. A few shifts on the clutch was all I wanted to push myself to do. But....I did move my goddamn car! Woohoo! Small accomplishments. I'm suppose to start physical therapy around April 13th. So hopefully I'll be able to, by then, drive my own ass to my 1st session. So with all of that being said, I'm feeling great. My blood thinner levels are right where they should be. Still taking them tho'. But hey, if it's helping to prevent any more blood clots, then I ain't bitchin. For now.
 Take care everyone. I'm happy to know that there's people actually reading this blog. Means a lot to me. Thank you. And I will keep up the posts. Peace!