My broken and healing foot, what it can and cannot do, defines my life for now. Get up. Strap on the boot. Where are the crutches? Ok. Slow. Slooowly maneuver down the stairs.
It takes multiple umpty many steps to do what was once automatic and easy and most of all, a lot faster (all the time reminding myself : It could have been worse. And many others do have it it worse.).
And honestly, now that I can hump around at home without a crutch in my Storm Rangers Boot, I have so many more options! Carry a cup of coffee to the table! Clean up a bit! Sort of make the bed!
But what has not changed is -- ta da -- thrombosis prevention. Huh? That began as soon as they put on the first cast and continues every day. A shot! Not really fun.
And I need alcohol of the "rubbing" variety to swab the skin. It is not on the shelves at the store. You have to go to the pharmacy to get it and tell them what you want it for and then they mix it up for you - by the tablespoonful it seems!
So every night after dinner, I go and open the little bottle of alcohol, rub my tummy and stab myself so I won't get clots.
Then I climb the stairs and unstrap the boot. And it starts all over again.
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