Cast off!

Well... after nine weeks of pain, frustration and hobbling around the house, my cast is finally gone and my foot is able to breath!

I've got a nifty-looking scar on the right hand side from the surgery, which they said has healed very nicely. There's still some swelling and bruising here and there and generally it feels kind of floppy and useless. It hurts if I move my foot too much in any direction and especially if I try and point my toes so I won't be trying that again for a while. The skin (where it isn't all dry and cracked) is really hard and itched more in the 1 hour after the cast was off than during the entire time it was on! My right leg from the knee down is about half the size of my left leg (not to mention looking like a prop from The Wolf Man film).

So what was the first thing I did when I got home? Well, like any sane human being, I went straight upstairs for a bath. And oh... my... god... I never thought a bath would feel so good. I must have spent an hour in there, mostly shaving and scrubbing to get all the dead skin off my right leg. Yummy, I know. I still don't think it's all gone, but at least it looks (and feels) more like a normal foot again. The skin has softened already, especially after applying a little... okay A LOT of moisturiser.

My Doctor says that I should try walking on it bit by bit, still using my crutches to begin with, and no running or jumping for a little while (as if I was really going to try this as soon as I left the hospital). He's given me another sick note for two weeks, so hopefully by the end of that time I'll be walking and driving and ready to go back to work, then in two months it's back to the hospital for one final check-up and x-ray.

I still can't believe I did this just by going over on my foot during netball. It's not exactly the most dangerous sport in the world!