The Boot Dies a Sudden Death

I was well into week 6 in the boot- getting ready to start the transition into a sneaker.

And I woke up one morning this week and said, "I can't wear it any more...."

It's not that I wasn't willing to, it's that it was just no longer feasible. The boot didn't allow me to squat, and I needed to squat. In fact, I needed to be able to squat more than I needed a few more days in the boot.

The Hubby fell last week and broke his hip. After the surgical repair and the requisite hospital stay, he came home, thank God. But that meant I needed to be able to help him. He couldn't move that foot, straighten that leg, sit or stand without help. And I couldn't reach that foot without squatting. Thus, the sudden death of the boot.

Part of being a wife and mother is putting others' needs before your own sometimes. And this is one of those times. Absolutely helpless trumps slightly inconvenienced.

Yes, the foot is sore. I'll start taking some anti-inflammatories..... well, I have to go dig them out of the medicine box first, but I'll do that when I get a chance. And now, at least I have an orthopedist, should I need her! In fact, the night she repaired Hubby's hip, she said to me, "What'd you do to that foot?.... and who're you seeing?" I told her what I "did," and to the part B of that question? "Don't ask." She laughed. I shrugged.

Que sara, sara.