For those of you keeping score at home, I’m now on the tail end, I hope, of my third injury in a row.
The first injury was an apparent sprain of my right foot, which impacted the outer front quadrant of the foot. The second injury, which I wrote about last time, was that as that foot got better, suddenly it got much worse again: but this time, nearer the ankle. I believe that was due to the strain interacting with a previous injury in which I turned my ankle very very badly a couple years ago in small hole in a dark parking lot.
Right as that was improving, my left ankle decided I’d given it quite enough punishment trying to get around on a cane and/or crutches, and it got nasty on me. My right foot and ankle improved a great deal over the weekend following my last post, but about Tuesday night last week my left foot gave out.
As of right now, things are looking up a bit. I’m able to get around a little without the cane, and I’ve been able to spend some extended time upstairs—even though it does not make my feet happy. I got a gel or foam mat for up here, just to help out. It doesn’t help a lot, but it’s better than nothing.
Everything is still a little mad at me and doesn’t want me to stand for long intervals. This is completely at odds with my goal of completely rehabilitating before the Fair, which requires a great deal of walking. But I know I have to push a little bit—just not too much—to get to where I need to be.