The End of the Great Surgery Adventure of 2019
So I saw my foot doctor this morning. She asked me some questions, then told me I was “all set.” My mom jumped in before I could really process it. She asked if I still needed to wear my orthotic (my “cyborg leg,” lol) that I’ve been wearing for about a month to stabilize my Achilles’ tendon so it heals better/faster. She said yes, until I am one hundred percent pain free, then I need to wean out of it. I’m done, unless there’s anything that comes up. It feels a bit surreal to be done. I’ve been seeing her since Dec. 21st. I’ve been dealing with this foot issue since maybe last September, which puts us at just under a year. (That’s an estimation because I don’t actually remember the exact onset of the pain). I’ve been working upstairs in our kitchen at least since December. My plan is to get down there ASAP but it needs to be cleaned and organized badly. I might just start working there anyway—I miss my solitude. It’s been rough working in a different space long term. I am truly a creature of habit and need stability in my routine. It’s hard to believe that on March 1st —five months ago—I had surgery and wasn’t able to walk for a month. In that time, I’d been cleared to walk (March 29th—two days after my birthday…it was the best birthday present ever!), had physical therapy for almost three months, and have been in an…