
It’s now been over a week since surgery. I went in yesterday morning for my first post-op visit, hoping that I’d be told to go back to regular shoes, but no such luck. Maybe next Wednesday. Things look okay, with the implants holding in place, although my not-so-stellar bones have allowed some slippage. My hope was that Dr. Blue would exclaim with joy over how wonderful everything looked, but instead it was more of an “okay.” Guess that’ll have to do. I’m not planning on doing any driving while wearing this very clumsy shoe, so I’m dependent on Jim and Gideon for going anywhere. No big deal! I’m not sure what I’d do if I were, say, a single person supporting myself as a waiter or a housecleaner, but since this was elective surgery I guess it just wouldn’t have happened.