It’s Friday. Surgery was Monday and feels like a million years ago. I’ve spent most of the week sleeping. Several people have come and stayed with me to make sure I am ok. I appreciate that very much.
The surgery was not quite as extensive as they thought it would be. One bone spur was removed and my Achilles tendon was repaired. That means a tendon was taken from the bottom of my foot. The Achilles tendon was not torn though, just stretched. Hopefully it won’t take as long to heal. Right now I am in a splint. Next week I get a cast but I still cannot put weight on it for several weeks.
I miss swimming most of all. I am certainly glad that I was swimming though and doing the upper body work. It helps with the crutches and the walker. I’m slow but I can move. (Note that I cannot get to my front door in less than 15 minutes, however, and that I am about at the point of not going to the front door at all.)
I am not bored and I am not in terrible pain. I have plenty to do when I am not sleeping and none of it involves work (i.e. my job) right now.