I think I now fully understand when someone says “you’re getting ahead of your skis.” That is my default mode of operation, it seems.
Yesterday morning Greg was here for physical therapy. He had good news. The insurance okayed another month of in-home physical therapy.
I told him that the boot had scratched open the wound on the top of my foot again.
The wound is only there because of the boot, not the surgery. My walking boot scrapes against the top of my foot and opens a sore up. And this is even with Ace bandages wrapped around it.
Walking While Wearing Both Sneakers:
I told Greg I wanted to try wearing both of my sneakers to practice walking. So he walked beside me as I took mincing little steps.
I didn’t get to try “walking through” because without the walking boot, that would not have been a good idea.
So I walked in my sneakers to the front door and back twice. Very slowly. Then I was tired.
He had me do my ankle exercises and then showed me another stretching routine I could do to try to ease the tension in my ankle.
I’m to stand in front of the fireplace, put the palms of my hands on the mantel, and slowly lean a little bit forward. Just slightly.
We ended things there.
If that had been the extent of it, then I would have known that I’d walked a bit too much.
I watched a movie without pain.
But then I decided to walk to the kitchen with my sneakers on to make lunch and then walk back.
What I Did Yesterday Afternoon:
Then later in the afternoon, I was facing my office closet, which is a long space with two doors. Staring into it, I became irritated with all the clutter inside it.
Ivy’s litter box is in there, and it being in front of the door meant she was kicking litter into my office.
So I eased myself down on the rolling garden cart. I moved her litter box farther into the closet like it was before I had surgery.
But in order to do that, I had to move a small table and a plant stand out of the closet. I figured moving these two things while sitting down would be fine.
I woke up this morning with my ankle pounding. Not a terrible kind of pain, just a noticeable one.
If I’d left things with walking during PT, I’d see that the pain was from walking without the boot.
But adding decluttering the closet as well meant I didn’t know which action pushed things too far. Or if it was both.
I could have kicked myself this morning. But I realized, with irony, that I’d have had to use my left foot to do it.
And then I quite literally wouldn’t have had a leg to stand on.
I didn’t laugh. Because unfortunately, it wasn’t even funny. It just showed how I can be my own worst enemy.
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back:
So now I’m wearing the boot again but slightly altered.
Greg said to take the plastic form that fits in front of the boot off. Then see if that keeps the sore from constantly being opened up.
I got ahead of my skis by trying not just one new thing yesterday, but two.
So here I am on this somewhat cloudy Sunday morning frustrated with myself.
You know I was giddy with delight when I was able to make a cup of coffee and walk to my chair in the living room.
That lasted two days. I just had to go a step farther.
I think I now understand what the surgeon meant when he said it would take a year. In order to see how much improvement there actually is with my ankle.