So today was the day I was looking forward and dreaded for a stretch of almost 6 weeks now since the first cast was placed on my leg. Of course I was looking forward to being able to shower and have a bath normally, start walking normally again without crutches, and of course driving!! The only thing I really dreaded was seeing the hairs after the cast is removed...which happens to everyone, but I guess guys wouldn't even notice that much of a difference, but us girls do.
We (my mum and I) got to the hospital and didn't wait long before they called in the patients for our Orthopaedic surgeon, so we registered and it didn't take too long before they called us in. There were loads of people waiting around, but I guess as my neighbour pointed out - going to hospital seems to be an outing for some, and they get there an hour and a half earlier to their appointments and just wait around people watching. The doctor (a different one this time) who's name I didn't catch...only asked if I was walking on it, and when I affirmed, he said good and had a brief look at my file, filled out a paper as he couldn't find the proper form and sent me to cut off the cast.
I got to the plastering room and the man explained that the saw doesn't cut on skin and showed me this on his hand which was reassuring...he then started working on my cast commenting that it is a nice one and that I should keep it. I told him that I did want it, so he was doing a neat job of it. Sure enough the doctor that saw me came in too, once the cutter was done they removed it and the doctor said something along the lines of..."oh my check out the hairs"....the dreaded moment - I swear I didn't know what to say...he felt my leg and around the bone and asked if it hurt. I told him it didn't and he told me okay you can walk then, do you have a shoe? So my mum got the shoe out and I asked her for the sock, after commenting again on the hairs I sarcastically told him that my plan was to pick up every guy in the hospital...I couldn't believe his attitude. Anyhow moving on...he put on my sock and shoe(what a prince charming, not) and told me to walk.
Putting my foot down on the floor and standing on it made me feel like I was walking on cotton. He told me to roll my pants down - I felt like killing him. I started walking and was doing quite OK but had the crutches help still. We then walked to his office, where he said I was done...so I asked about physio and he said no need, if you want do your own. He said no contact sport till another month and a half, and I replied, "so I can play rugby?" he asked "do you play rugby?"...I'm thinking you have my file (hello!) I hurt during training...he then said no you can play in 3 months then. So we left it at that, at the car park I realised I hadn't asked if I could drive, but assumed I could since I had no cast and he was satisfied with the result.
Once I got home, I decided to wash it...after 6 weeks - there was at least a millimetre of dead skin (very ugly indeed) which was peeling off near the ankle, which is were most of it formed. I scrubbed both leg and foot, till it was squeaky clean. A few hours later I couldn't resist and had to get it waxed too, which is probably too much of a shocker all at once, but I simply couldn't resist. In fact my leg is a bit sensitive and still quite red...but hair free too.
So far so good but it has been a long day, after getting flats for work that are decent and comfortable, been walking a bit too so I now put some cooling Gerwol cream as my ankle is still rather swollen and big. Will start physio soon and hope that helps me regenerate the lost muscle and strengthen my bottom leg too. The only difficulty I have is going down stairs as I can't flex my foot much yet. The tingly (pins and needles) feeling on my toes
is slowly decreasing so I'm quite pleased about that! ^^
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Scrub the dead skin cells off! |