I have been eating bananas like I own Chiquita. This is to ward off the terrible craps I have been getting in my calves since surgery. I eat to no avail but I find lying completely still with my leg up and iced helps to alleviate the cramping nightmare.
I am still not confident enough on stairs to go up and down them the way you are supposed to on crutches. I get panicked and the vertigo ensues. Today, while home alone – smart, I know – I tried again. I got up a few stairs before I notice my faux combat boot bounced around, slowing trying to fall off my ankle. I sat down took it off and put it back on tightly and as I started hoping, the same thing happened.
Combat boot is a nightmare. A nightmare that I didn’t think would be a nightmare until Physical Therapy started.
Balls.
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