Time is beginning to be measured in pill doses and movies. It's such a hard thing to accept - doing nothing. I usually go from the second I wake up until I collapse in bed. If only there were a way to even out the "do nothing" times with the "do too much" times. So, the inability to do things in spite of the desire to do them is still the hardest part of this. When I broke this foot - the event that eventually led to reconstructive surgery - I remember the same thing. Once I could put weight on the foot, there was no stopping me. I got lots of curious looks walking two large dogs in the parks, grocery bags tied on my cast because of the incessant Seattle rain. The dogs and I were happy as clams to finally be out and about again. I don't think I'll be able to walk as quickly after this one. It sounds like baby steps will be the prescription.
Last night was rough at first. I don't know if I forgot a pill dose or not. The pain slowly got worse, I could feel a tremendous swelling in the pad on the ball of my foot, the cast felt tight (for the first time) and eventually the pins in one toe felt as if someone were shoving burning metal into the toe. Yeeeowch!!!! At first, I tried to combat it with elevation, some isometric exercises and not moving. Once the pins began hurting, I finally took more meds and, viola, the pain went away. I don't know why I resist or forget totally about taking more meds. Actually, I do know. They are a necessary evil.
Pain level - last night - 5 to 6, this morning - 2.
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