So… the DV Boot, although awkward, has made me almost forget that I have a problem. Now that I have acquired a glitzy £8 sandal from Sainsburys for my right foot (see pic) – this has somewhat evened out the height difference and my gait looks and feels almost normal. I can now go upstairs with a glass of water, carry my laptop to the living room and take the washing up and down the stairs… even tho I have to go up sideways. Getting up to the loo is much faster, as is crutching to the shops – and there is far less strain on my wrists.
But…..in truth, I cannot walk. My unaided leg is shrunken and very weak and judders when I try to persuade it beyond a certain level. But gently persuade I must. And Physio Fiona (whom I saw on Wednesday), loosened the ankle with a little massage and ultrasound and then gave me a series of exercises to perform religiously, warning that too much walking in the boot is not recommended… I will play it by ear!
The old bicycle basket is now pink… but I am not happy with the finish… so I’m going to start again….my busted leg has given me time. I stand at the sink and meditate while washing the saucepans or unloading the dishwasher; I meditate as I hang on to the bannisters, ascending one step at a time; feeling the little flexions of my foot in the boot, a little ‘yay!’ when I reach the top so quickly. This may be a time of change, and I really hope I come out of it floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee…