Knee-wheeler

Okay, I've accepted it; I need to have one of those silly half-walker things to get around after my surgery. I saw a lady in the grocery store with one a few days ago. She was at least a foot shorter than I, and it made me wonder if the knee-wheelers (not what they're really called) come in tall sizes too. My doctor gave me a prescription for one today, but my insurance will pay for it only if I have it sent through a home supply company. I'm glad I found this out before I took the prescription in to a "durable medical equipment" store, but I'm not thrilled about having some stranger come in and get me set up with the proper adjustments.

Actually, I feel like I'm ready for it now. My foot is killing me and I know it will get worse before it gets better. The doctor says that for most people it takes six to eight months before the foot heals after my particular procedure. It's not getting better on its own, so I'm all in. A week or so ago, the top part of my foot started hurting too. I thought it might be because of the weird way I walk to keep the heel from hurting so much, but it was a burning and sharp pain. This morning, it was so swollen I could barely get a shoe on. I was worried it might prevent or delay my surgery, but when the doctor checked it out at my pre-op appointment, he said it was just a lot of inflammation, that nothing was damaged inside. He told me this as he gave me a sonogram and guided cortisone shot. I'm sure by evening, this will make it much better. At the moment it's screaming in pain and I have two meetings this afternoon. I took an Advil.

I could cancel my meetings, but I'm trying to do as much as I can before next Friday. So for the next few hours, my schedule is run around, pretend my foot doesn't hurt, and eventually come home and collapse on the sofa and ice my foot. Maybe it won't be so bad. And one of my meetings involves ice cream. That makes it better.