Finding my boot and crutches

I entered the third door of St. Wenceslas. It’s the one the younger elementary school kids use. I’d left my boot (I’m done with the cast now) and my crutches inside. I went up the stairs and entered the office-building-like interior. It was connected with other office buildings, and as I ran, it started morphing into a shopping mall. I know. I shouldn’t have been running because it was probably bad after the surgery, but I needed to get that boot and crutches. But then, all my dreams involve running these days.

I found the boot, right where I’d left it, in a corner of the mall. After I got it on, I bumped into Joe Biden, who asked me all about my surgery and recovery. Even though his questions were made with genuine concern, I was slightly irritated because I’d recently had the same conversation with him. Sheesh, I thought. Doesn’t he remember? Anyway, I was nice and respectful in my replies.

I finally found all the crutches. There were a bunch of them hanging in a center-mall kiosk. I considered taking some others when I couldn’t find mine right away. But that would have been stealing. I finally found my own, and everything was okay.

Short-Term Pain, Long-Term Gain

Remember the famous experiment where they tell the two-year-olds that they can have one marshmallow right away, or two if they wait five minutes? The ones that were willing to wait - to consider delayed gratification - evidently are willing to put up with some short-term pain (having to wait) for the long-term gain (getting two, rather than one marshmallow). Interestingly, the same kids that were willing to accept the delayed gratification were also more willing to do so for other aspects in later life and were therefore generally more successful. At the very least, they got more marshmallows.

The stitches on the back of my heel (the rest of my foot is there, just obscured)

Had I been a subject of this experiment, I would have been with the two-marshmallow group. In terms of my running, and use of my Achilles Tendon in general, my choice has been to accept the pain now with hopes of being pain-free later. The short-term pain - the operation and subsequent recovery, has been tough. Although the operation went well, I found myself in a whole lot of hurt once the "block" wore off.

Me and my scooter. The grandkids love it!

That pain did subside after a couple days, and I'm feeling better now. But the other "pain" thing is just getting around with the bandage-wrap and now the cast. And that has also been a real pain in the patoot. What's more, it looks like I will be non-weight-bearing for quite a while still. Thank goodness for the knee-scooter that Dave Koch lent me. It's so much better than the crutches. Even so, it's still tough (at least more than I thought) to do normal, everyday activities.

I believe the plan is to have me remain in a cast for three more weeks, at which point I will transfer to a boot. After that, I'll begin Physical Therapy and a slow transition to weight-bearing.

My new black cast. Ain't it cool?

That transition to the long-term gain can't come soon enough.