Yesterday was another of those milestone days. First, I learned the limits of what my leg can handle right now before it starts telling me it's had it. I decided to run a bunch of errands with my husband since he is having some throat surgery as I write today to hopefully correct his horrible snoring. So, about 4 hours into the errands, my foot is throbbing and it feels like lightning bolts periodically shooting down it. After about another hour of that, gritting my teeth, I waited out the rest of the errands in the car turned sideways, with my foot propped up. Yep, not quite back to normal yet. About 4 hours of having it down, and it needs a break (no pun intended!).
Second, I tried driving for the first time since this break, well, actually, in about three months. As my diary said, I had surgery 6 weeks before this break, and really hadn't started to drive at the time my ankle took me out of commission. So, here I was driving around the quiet streets of our neighborhood, starting, stopping, starting, you get the picture. I learned that stopping does not hurt my ankle as much as pushing with the ball of my foot on the accelerator. All the while I was driving my husband was giving me driving instructions, and I felt 16 again. Boy, was that weird! The worst part of driving I think is the foot hanging down, and there's sure no way to get around that. At any rate, with him totally out of commission for a week while he recovers from this latest surgery, I at least know in a pinch I could drive. YAH HOOOOO!!!