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Foot Freedom

21 Feb

It is hard to describe the liberating feeling of wearing a small (albeit ugly) sandal instead of Das Boot.  I  feel light and like I can do anything.  Seriously.  With the doc’s OK to be up as much as I can tolerate (thank the holy lands I have a high pain tolerance…), I have been to the gym with my sandal every day, cleaned and cooked, walked one dog, hit TJs and the market, shopped for a friend just for fun…taking my time wandering around the store without checking my watch to make sure I haven’t gone over my allotted minutes.

I can even sleep without the sandal.  Ah, so nice to wiggle my toes in the covers, to roll over without creating an earthquake in my bed (Not that kind!  Get your minds out of the gutter.  I am talking about feet.)

And…drum roll…I showered without a trash bag and tape!  I have to balance on my heel, but wow.  Wow. Wow.  What a difference to be able to stand under the water, to wash my hair without having to duck my head down while sticking my boot out of the spray and washing my locks upside down.  I can shave both legs.  My sandal fits through the hole of underwear, my swim suit and boot leg jeans, so I can change without having to undo velcro, redo velcro, tuck in pants, etc. All these positives are enough to overlook the ungodly sight of the sandal.

The clincher is that I only have two more days with this sexy sandal.  I bought new running shoes today.  I feel like my comfort zone is not too far away.  Is this the light at the end of the tunnel?  I have survived 5 weeks tomorrow.  I have 3 weeks until new orthotics  are casted and 2 weeks after that until they are ready.  So, 5 more weeks of easy, but not sitting on my ass.  I can handle that.


31 Jan

Yesterday, my podiatrist ripped the stitches out of my foot.  Nope, I am not exaggerating.  I was so excited for this two week milestone.  I have never had stitches (except inside my eye which is way different) so didn’t really know what to expect. I mentioned my exciting stitches-removal appointment to quite a few friends, who I darn well know have had stitches, and stitches removed, and none of them batted an eyelash.  Guess what…my friends are actually part of a conspiracy.  They did not want me to know stitches being ripped from your skin hurts like h-e-double hockey sticks (as my kiddos used to say before they were brazen teenagers who would utter all epitaphs and more right to my face).

I was calm, collected, excited even, to have these nasty, irritating stitches removed from my foot.  But when the nurse started cutting, then pulling with tweezers, I was getting agitated when they didn’t just slip out of my skin like I anticipated.   Yank, “OUCH,” yank, “OUCH,” yank.  My doctor came in and said, “Ya, sometimes it works better if you wrap it around and then pull.”   I think this is a bad dream.  Wrap what around?  Pull what?  That cannot be my foot they are talking about.  “OUCH,”  this time, I actually said it out loud.

I am not one to verbally acknowledge pain, so this surprises even me.  And…then I say it again!  Holy cow.  Even the doctor cannot get this stitch out.  He comments, “Oh, that one is trying to embed itself.”  He is calm and nonchalant and continues to pull and tug.  “OUCH.”  I sit up and watch.  Stupid, Peg Leg.  Blood spurts.  Gross.  Finally stitch pulls out…disgusting feeling.  And doctor goes on with the appointment.  He smiles, “You can get it wet now, just make sure to wrap it afterward.”  I am thinking of a nice long, soapy shower and then I realize, who cares if I can get it wet because I still can’t stand on the Peg Leg without the boot.  Ugh.  More showers with the trash bag and packing tape.

20 Minutes to Kill

29 Jan

Amazing how fast time flies…especially when you are sitting on your ass wishing you were out on the trails running, or at least up cleaning the kitchen floor.  What can you do in 20 minutes?  Some days I can accomplish a surprising amount and some days, I just limp around in my boot wondering what happened to my 20 minutes.  I have swept leaves around the pool in 20 minutes, made cookie dough…then during another 20 minute slot, baked those cookies (Delicious Snickerdoodles. Let me know if you want the recipe), changed sheets on two beds, made it through a very abbreviated Target trip, shopped for dance shoes with my teen ballerina and showered.

Showering is probably the greatest 20 minute accomplishment so far (yes, shaving and hair washing included).  It truly is a HUGE accomplishment when you add in the time it takes to wrap my Peg Leg in a trash bag and tape the top around my thigh.  This timed, showering accomplishment takes even longer when SirSkatesAlot is being uber helpful and takes the packing tape gun from our bathroom back to the garage…and I don’t realize it is not on the counter until I am already disrobed and have the trash bag cinched around my thigh!  Yes, water is running, hot and steamy now, and I am six minutes into my 20.  Ugh.  Off to the garage I go, galump, galump, galump. Use your imagination, or if you know me personally, don’t.  Anyway, I still did it all in 20 minutes and collapsed, clean, happy, shaved, non-lotioned and dressed.  This is more tiring than the 30k trail race I did in November.  Seriously.

Images from 30K PCTR Santa Monica Mountains to clear your dirty minds of the shower descriptions:



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