Normal person for a trip to Boston… I just re-read my last entry. That did not happen… and I question whether it ever will ever again. (Gotta keep my head up though, right? Ugh.)
Thankfully, we’re doing really well with bandaging: me, my leg, and Heather.
Heather is a “Master Bandager” or at least I’ve knighted her with that title. She has foam pieces upon foam configurations, upon bandaging techniques… the likes of which I didn’t even think you could do. She takes a scissor to a piece of foam the same way that a 50-year old scrapbooking mom does. Impressive.
My foot looks great, my knee is starting to take shape, my measurements are down, and I’m starting to feel better about my situation. Of course, when you look at me it still looks like I’m bandaged, so you can’t experience the fruits of my labor like I can when I wake up in the morning and take off my bandages.