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The recovery continues…

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Not the Rand. That’s buggered.
No, I’m taking about my ankle.

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Here is the result of my first run, “just” 4 months, 11 days and 5 hours after that fateful pothole related incident in January.

Slow and short, sure, but with no fitness and absolutely no confidence whatsoever, and on the wet, slippery, uneven pavements of Wynberg; yeah, I’ll settle for that.

The ankle seems fine, but pretty much everything else is stiff and sore.
Tomorrow is going to bring a world of pain. But I really don’t care. 😉

Out & Aboot

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I took the boot out for some exercise this afternoon:

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Summer hasn’t quite left us yet, as you can see from this colourful but otherwise rather uninspiring pic from Wynberg Boys High.

This as Sheffield suffers in freezing temperatures and under heavy snowfalls. I still miss those sort of days, but I wouldn’t want to be on crutches in the snow and ice, believe me.

Ankle update

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Thanks for your comments on Facebook and on here. The news is good.

A quick squeeze and tug (ooer!) on my ankle revealed that things are apparently healing nicely. And that means that my surgeon (who never actually surged me) has suggested that I can see a physiotherapist and *gasp* start to learn to walk again. He even suggested that I would be “back to normal” in 6 months, which would be perfect for my first game of footy just ahead of my birthday, as I had planned.

The only problem with this scenario is my brain. Given that any slight knock, bump or bit of downward pressure on my ankle generally causes me brief, but blinding agony, my boot – which I had previously seen as rather annoying – I now see as a security blanket.
Even taking my boot off while sitting in bed feels weird. Getting my brain to agree to putting any weight on my bad leg feels completely impossible right now. I shudder even thinking about it. So maybe thinking about it is not what I need to do.

I’m off to Physio this afternoon and we’ll go from there. The road ahead might be long, but at least it’s now straight enough to be able to see my destination.

D-Day

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Today’s the day – in fact this morning’s the morning – when I get an updated prognosis on my ankle.

My overly-optimistic side thinks that I will be ready for a game of footy on the weekend, my more realistic side reckons I’m going to be stuck in my moonboot 24/7 for another few weeks.

boot The big thing for me would be permission to drive again.

But whatever the news from the orthopod, there will be some good news as I apparently get to (finally) pick up my apparently repaired camera from next door to the hospital.

Expect many photos of my bedroom walls in the upcoming days.

Hourly rate

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Don’t get me wrong. I know that there’s more to a bill than pure profit. There are taxes, overheads, employees, Eskom increases etc etc to deal with.
But – glad as I was that the orthopaedic surgeon fitted me in to his busy schedule at short notice last week – I was in there for 7 minutes and it cost me R800.

I’ve been doing some rudimentary calculations and I reckon that amounts to R6857.14 per hour.

Like I said, that’s not all going into his pocket, but it’s certainly better than a kick in the teeth (which I can’t do at the moment anyway).

Lucky me, and indeed lucky him and lucky his bank manager, I shall return to consult with him for an equally expensive session later this week. There seems a good chance that I will be seeing him again the following week in a more theatrical setting too.

And I very much doubt that will be the final act either.