Two feet in similar shoesI took off the air cast yesterday, and it's now in the closet, where it will hopefully reside forever.
I still have quite a bit of pain, but at least I'm in a lace-up brace now. Plus I'm looking at 4-6 weeks of fairly intense physical therapy, at a minimum, but at least I'm doing something now. And I can walk around a track--or, at least I can when I'm not walking like Bela Lugosi.
For physical therapists, here's how not to talk to someone who's 55: "I think it's awesome that you still play tennis."
That would leave a mark, if I marked.