Well folks, I continue to make progress in my recovery from my leg injury way back in February 18th. What an ordeal this has been. Without a doubt this is the worst medical situation I've ever had, surpassing even my dislocated knee in 1962 and my six month bout with a staph infection after my hernia operation in 1959. The kidney stone attacks and subsequent operations (two of them) last year were pretty bad but at least they didn't last this long.
The worst thing about my leg injury (ruptured quadricep ligaments) is/was my swollen left foot. Since the night of the accident my foot and lower leg leg has been swollen. Numb, red, hot, pulsating and very uncomfortable. The only relief I ever got was at night when I went to bed with an elevated foot. In the morning the swelling had gone done to almost nothing. But once I was up and around the swelling came back.
|My swollen left foot|
I may have already mentioned this before but my doctor told me I didn't have to use the walker anymore. Great! I'm using a cane now. And, get this folks, there are times I don't have to even use the cane!
I can actually go a short distance on my own two legs. But I don't push my luck. I don't want to have my leg give out and fall and lose everything I've gained in healing the past two months.
I can bend my knee a bit more and I can actually lift my injured left leg to put my pants on, a big plus. The things we take for granted. My doctor told me the next time I see him (two weeks) I may be able to take off my brace. Hey, then maybe I can bend my leg enough to ride in the passenger seat of my car instead of having Bill load me into the back seat.
This morning I went out on our lawn for the first time since my accident. I wanted to take some closeup pictures of the profusion of daffodils that are a blooming here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. It's a regular Spring Paradise here folks!
I got the bird baths up but I have to ask bill to refresh them every day which he isn't too happy about. Soon I'll be able to refresh them myself. Bill's not too thrilled with this extra duty I've foisted on him.
|Bill refreshing the bird baths this morning|
The Fickle Finger of Fate, I was spared . . . . this time.