The little things

I’m looking at the shoe on my left foot and it’s making me feel so happy.
It’s a running shoe, although I won’t be running, or even walking, for some time.
Which is a hint as to why one shoe can make me happy.
I had surgery Tuesday to repair a ruptured Achilles tendon on my right foot.
Friends and family keep asking me how I am handling the pain. Remarkably, there has been little pain. So, I am handling it well. What I am not handling well, however, is the immobility, this sense of helplessness.
I know people who have gone through much worse, which makes me feel a bit of a baby for even bringing it up. But still, the idea that I cannot do things for myself is hard to accept.
For the record, my wife is a retired nurse who is in her glory to have a patient to take care of once again. I couldn’t be in better hands.
But I don’t want to be taken care of. I want to take care of myself. And her as well.
When it comes to getting around, everything is a learning curve right now. I can’t make a move without thinking it through. Making sure my weight is on my good foot is crucial. Allowing enough time to get where I need to go, say the bathroom, is likewise pretty important.
And I am an absolute klutz on crutches.
So, what about the running shoe?
Well, for more than a week between tearing the tendon and getting surgery, I wore only flip flops. My foot was swollen and it was the only thing that fit. And since the surgery on Tuesday, I’ve had a cast on one foot and a flip flop on the other. I felt very much a patient.
But that changed this morning with the simple act of putting on a shoe. It hasn’t made that a big difference in my mobility, but it sure has helped my disposition.
I’m calling this shoe a step back to normalcy.
The pun is very much intended.

Ed Ackerman