After starting the new year on the wrong foot I am very happy to say that the foot is healed.
Look two socks!
And shoes! How I've missed shoes.
On Saturday I noticed that it was no longer tender to the touch, that I could sit on a chair with my foot on the floor without feeling like someone was standing on it and that I could walk around the kitchen for as long as I needed to.
'Hurrah!' I said to C, 'when I see the nurse on Monday she's going to sign me off I know it'
'Don't count your chickens' he replied, 'these things take a long time to heal'
'Pah! what do you know?' I retorted.
Nothing it seems, because I was right. The nurse said it was all better but that the skin was still tender and would need copious amounts of aqueous cream massaged in to it. Best of all she said I could get it wet- at last a shower! No more sitting in the bath with one foot hanging over the edge and no more dressings, just a bit of stockinette to protect it for a while longer.
So today I have been hither and thither Getting Things Done at last. I walked my daughter to school (I had to give up last week as it was too painful), I went to town to buy my daughter a present to give to her BFF*
They're earrings ;o)
I also bought a big tub of aqueous cream and a new frying pan :o)
Then I went to Waitrose to buy treats for my lunch ....
Sevilles. It's marmalade time. Coming soon to a blog near you.
Now that I can get out of the house I have a spring in my step -so much better than a limp I can tell you. The sun is shining here today making me feel like my year has finally begun. As if to emphasise the point I found something to gladden my heart even more.
Growing under the cherry tree in my front garden.
*BFF - Best Friend Forever