A Set-Back and Some New Wheels

No sooner had I hit publish on my last post that things changed. The doctor assures me that this change of events is a blessing in disguise, which I believe, but these first few days of adjusting have been difficult.

My foot was healing well and the doctor had even given me the green light to spend a few hours a day OUT of my walking boot. Monday morning, however, I stepped down on my bootless/shoe clad foot and felt a 'Pop' {it felt like a water balloon exploding beneath my arch] followed by excruciating pain {a hot searing pain like nothing I've ever experience before, short of child labor}.

A call to the doctor and a quick diagnosis over the phone (until he can see me in person tomorrow), the doctor is almost certain I ruptured the my plantar fascia (the ligament that just underwent surgery).

What this all means? I'm back to the walking boot, with an added element of fun...in the form of crutches until it doesn't hurt to put weight on the booted foot.

 

A  very sweet, very kind, and dear friend, however, could hear my cries of pain behind the brave face I was showing the world, and outfitted me with a sweet new ride.

....at no small expense either. My new ride made it's way from over an hour away- via a third-party transport/ride and was hand delivered by this sweet friend of mine. (Just in the knick of time too. My hands were already beginning to callous and bruise).