The stitches are out, and I'm allowed to wear normal shoes again. Of course, for me, normal shoes means a brace on the left ankle, orthodics in both tennis shoes and a longer shoe lace on the left to compensate for the swelling. But it's very nice not to need the open-toe shoe anymore! It's definitely warmer.
Of course, as we all know, RSD foot is protesting. Doesn't it always? But I'm wearing LidoDerm and will continue working on managing stuff. I'm not sure how it would become apparent that I would need pain clinic help, but my surgeon doesn't need to see me for another six months. So other than regular check-ins with the pain clinic, I don't have anything medical for appointments. Like I said though, if I can't control the pain and swelling myself, I will ask for help. But knowing when to ask for help isn't my strength.
In other news, I refuse to get the main man in my life chocolate, mainly because it would kill him. That's right, my man is a real dog. But I'm the only woman at this college who's allowed to live on campus with a man, so it's all good.
Figured it out yet?