For those interested, I’m going to catch up on the six weeks between surgery and weight bearing. My original post was erased a couple of weeks ago, so hopefully you won’t be too confused by the lack of order.
By 30 hours after my procedure, I no longer had any pain. The next day, Friday, I went into my home office, and sat down for some work. This wasn’t too bad except for the 700 unread e-mails in my in-box. By Monday morning, I was through my e-mails, and on my way to work with a new car-pool buddy. Everybody was sympathetic to my cause, and I even got the rare privilege of going to work without a suit on (a big no-no in my company).
Tuesday was my follow-up day. The doctor looked at me and proclaimed that the surgery went perfect. He was going to give me an air-cast that would take 3 weeks off my heeling time. Needless to say, he didn’t tell me that it would hurt like heck the first three days. After that, it was pretty good. I could take showers without having to wear my “Dry Cast,” and my girls could see my leg, which was huge relief for them. My follow-up with the doctor was for 5 weeks out, and all I had to do was stay off that leg.
My wife and I took a trip to Colorado, which is not the place to go on crutches. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol either because I had to take a blood thinner in order to get on a plane. At least my wife and her friends could get drunk and give me crazy looks when I didn’t laugh at the “funny” jokes they told. The third day of the trip was probably the most depressing. I started to notice the bikers, and realized that I was in the middle of the ultimate training ground. These guys were huffing and puffing at 8,000 feet and I realized for the first time how much work I would have to do to get back to that level of riding. For the second time in a month, I was reduced to tears.
The next few weeks were uneventful until we made a trip to my parents’ house. My mother cleverly spilled some of my nephew’s baby formula on her white tile floor and didn’t bother picking it up. For those of you who have been in the situation, my crutch slipped out from underneath me, sending my right foot directly into the floor. This was probably the most pain I had been in from the entire incident.
A week later, and I was taking my daughters to nursery school. It seems like everyone’s mother or father is a doctor. Here I was, four days away from getting off crutches yet having to repeat my story ten times. From there, my wife and I had yet one more wedding to attend in New York. I was up to about two miles of crutching a day by this time. Unbelievably, in NY two miles adds up to about one block because nobody gets out of your way.
Finally, it was Tuesday, and the doctor gave me the good news. Weight-bearing was to start immediately. One piece of my ankle is still not repaired, but it will be okay in time. Look out world, here I come.