I’m walking without any cast! And trying desperately to get rid of the limp.

Walking the kids to and from school has been great exercise. When I’m feeling up to it, I take a slightly longer route home to stretch or go out for eggs to the corner store. After a few hours of walking on it however, it’s time for the extra strength ibuprofen.

Some days are better than others. Friday last week I did grocery shopping and came home expecting it to be terribly achy, and I was fine. And yet another day this week, the same walking on it had me in the recliner with it elevated and under a blanket.

The one thing my ankle really really doesn’t like is going down stairs. I still have to do that like a toddler. Both feet on each step. Going up is no big deal. I can take one stair per foot, and the weight born on the right one doesn’t bother it in the least. But when I try to go down, it’s as if the bad ankle doesn’t remember how to bend in that way. When I attempt it, it’s always a moment of near panic that instead of bending, the right ankle will slip from under me and send me cascading down the flight of stairs. Physiotherapy starts next week, so I’m hoping they can help me on that one!

Last but not least, my ankle looks really weird. I started calling it my old lady ankle, because of the swelling. It can easily become double the size of my good one, turning my little ankle into a tree trunk in no time. I never knew that vanity could include such a silly part of the body as an ankle. But between the swelling and the scar from surgery that sits right at the front of my leg, I’ve definitely been sitting with my legs crossed, left one on top and the right hiding behind. Oh, the silliness of me.

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