I went to a podiatrist today for a second opinion about my foot and he agreed with the orthopedist’s diagnoses and treatment. So that was good news.
The bad news is what to do now. Since I’m still having pain and it’s been 5 weeks, I need to go back to non-weight-bearing mode. That means crutches, the wheely chair in the kitchen, sliding down the stairs (oh the wedgies!), the worn knees, and the service bell that beckons the nanny, butler and maid.
Wait, did I dream that last part? Yes, but the wedgies, on the other hand, are very real.
Plus it means I have to wear the boot 24/7, including at night. Yay, I get to SLEEP in it! Awesome.
Actually, Mike suggested that I sleep in the boot from the beginning and I may have called him all kinds of names for suggesting such a thing because that’s CRAZY and UNCOMFORTABLE. But he was right. Man, did I say that out loud?
I told the doctor that I’m waking up a few times at night in pain and it hurts worse in the morning. He asked if I move around a lot at night and I sheepishly answered, “uh huh.”
Right now I bet Mike’s nodding his head. Rolling his eyes. Sighing deeply over the fact that because I move around so much and steal all the covers he wakes up daily shivering and falling over the edge of the bed. And there’s no telling how many REM stage bruises I’ve left on him.
It’s just my way of saying I love you.
And, babe, you were right. I should have listened to you.
Now, would you please let me go back to dreaming.