... is wearing a shoe on both of my feet.
My cast was taken off on Friday, and it was a huge relief. The world of proper showers, footwear, and actual traction on our stairs was re-opened to me, and I've been enjoying all of those things an awful lot.
I was, though, unprepared to see my left lower leg and foot again. Firstly, the amount of dead skin that my leg was shedding was sort of disgusting and unreal. I've never resembled a snake in the process of shedding it's skin more in my life. Also, four weeks of immobilization did a crazy number on the muscle tone in my lower leg. I swear that my calf almost looks concave. It's frightening, to me, how weak my lower leg and ankle are.
How ridiculous I was is now obvious, thinking that I'd get my cast off and be back in spin class the next week! First broken bone of my life, so this is a lesson that I'm learning in my mid-thirties. I'm still limping around and wondering if my foot is ever going to be less flappy.