I have got good news and bad news. The good news is that everything still looks fine, and my ankle is healing well. The bad news is that the ankle is not at 100% so I will need to keep wearing a cast, at least for another two weeks. I was hoping that I would be able to switch to a walking boot today, but the surgeon said we would do so during the next appointment. They did replace the cast today:
Ugh, that looks horrible. The skin is very dry and flaking off my leg. They did wipe my leg down with alcohol, but I am sure my skin has dried out again. At this point, I did not care about the cast color, so they gave me a blue one again. The next appointment is in sixteen days instead of twenty-one, so I saved myself five days of misery.
On the way out of the office, the elevator broke. Since the office was on the second floor, and there was only one elevator, we had to wait for the elevator repair person. Soon, there was a line of people on crutches, walkers, and wheelchairs waiting to go up and down. The office had no choice but to call the fire department, and they came within ten minutes. I was the first patient in line, so they put me in a chair/dolly and rolled me down two long flights of stairs like a refrigerator being moved.
The new cast. I asked for more room at the bottom so I can wash my toes easier, and Larry (the cast guy) also put more padding at the top since I told him I was climbing stairs on my knees.
Life with chronic diseases 