Today is a beautiful Saturday. My stupid injury happened a week ago today. I spent this past week visiting doctors and getting ready for the repair surgery. I worked from home as much as I could, but it was hard. I’m not really in any pain but lack of mobility has already taken a toll emotionally. I hate commuting but I like being at work.
I’m supposed to be at the hospital at 12:30 pm. The surgery will begun around 2:00 pm. It takes an hour and then there’s the recovery time, so I should be able to get home around 7 or 8 pm. I’m not too worried about the surgery itself, more the long recovery. I’ve never had a cast on my leg, and even this past week with the boot I’ve been able to hobble around and put weight on it. Post-op I’ll have a cast on for about 3 weeks where I can’t put any weight on it at all. That’s kind of terrifying at this point.
I took a shower this morning, tried to bask in every minute of it, as once I have the cast on it will be difficult or impossible to do. I bought some waterproof cast protectors but just entering and exiting the shower seem daunting one-legged.
Before I got in the shower I took some pics of my foot, to remember what it looked like before it was cut up. A big bruise has developed on the inside of my heel, which seems to be common for Achilles’ tendon ruptures.
I also took a picture of the back of my feet and the difference between the two is already pretty striking. My Achilles’ tendon is obvious on my right foot, while my left just looks like a lump of flab.
The procedure seems fairly straightforward. As I said, my concern is the recovery. Losing the rest of this summer is going to suck. Hopefully I’ll be back in business by next summer, though I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to enjoy the ocean again. 😞