I head back to the orthopedist today for an update on my broken ankle.  If all goes well, I should be looking at another five weeks in a boot—no surgery, no cast.  Praise the Lord!

The ankle is already starting to do better.  I can get around reasonably well in the boot, and my speed is up.  I’m getting better at walking on crutches, and can even go around my house without the boot.

Still, it hurts.  It’s not excruciating, but it’s constant.  It’s rare that I get my foot and ankle comfortable, to where I don’t feel anything.  Certain movements or positions still send a sting of pain, but it’s nothing like last week, when one morning I couldn’t put on a pair of socks by myself, and had to concentrate on my breathing while my longsuffering neighbor put the sock gingerly over my foot.

But overall, I am very thankful.  It could have been way worse.

Also, Murphy seems to be enjoying the time I spend with my leg up on the couch:

Murphy dozing next to my broken ankle

Murphy being sweet

Here’s to hobblin’ for just a bit longer!

—TPP