nothing like a wet wound

Happy Tuesday. I am forcing myself to use proper capitalization for the success of my main blog, so bear with me. Yesterday was my 3 week check up and x-rays at CORE. I have essentially been on pause since my last appointment two weeks ago. Dr. C told me yesterday that recovery is very slow in the beginning and then seems to just take off. I am ready to take off. Some folks go nuts after a day, it took me a few weeks... but I have arrived. Although I am convinced that the reason my ass hasn't doubled in size is this heavy boot and peg leg marriage, it still isn't fun.

My x-rays looks great, bone is coming together and thank you to the cadaver for some fast growing stem cells! I got the okay to drive and I was even bestowed with a temporary handicapped pass to make sure I have enough room to get out of my car and I don't have to park in the back forty. Hello Coachella!!

My wound on the other hand, not so awesome. I was told the strips that covered my incision would dissolve in the shower. I have been showering every other day for two weeks now, without my boot... and the damn things didn't come off. Little did I understand that I could have pulled them off. I thought I had to leave them there until the bitter end. Hell knows what I would have done if I pulled them off and the skin came too. I thought they were best left alone... but I was wrong. The lower part of my incision was still kind of sticky (gross) and not healed all the way. Dr. C peeled them off (I had to look away) and then swabbed me up with iodine and more bandage. I get to remove all of this today to see my bare foot.

On the bright side, I have three more weeks until the boot can come off and I can start doing some physical therapy. This will be a total of 6 weeks in the boot. I welcome the first night of bootless sleep and possible some tummy time. This thing is a beast. I will most likely transition into a running shoe, and physical therapy will consist of teaching me how to walk again, literally. With hereditary bunions, one's gait is drastically impeded by the shape of the foot and deformity of the joint. I have been walking wrong for 20+ years, so now I get to learn. Keeping in mind that recovery starts to take off, I'm hoping that swimming, hiking, pilates and jimmy choo's follow closely.

when all else fails, rock the boot poolside.

xo
bree mercer james