EHL Tendon Rehab

Trying to always be optimistic.

The Orthopaedic Specialist said I still have a good 3 months until I can consider calling my Zipperfoot normal.  I've made tremendous progress, however as I sit here 2 months into my physiotherapy (which I'm still scheduled for at least 3 times a week), I suddenly have a terrible sinking feeling that my tendon is not stretching out as originally intended. I see it on Jake’s (Physio guy)face. He pleasantly consoles me and reminds me that this will be a bit of a long haul. It’s such a rare injury---to compare it to any other rehab is just not feasible. I understand there is much more progress to be made; I just can't help but feel a small sense of loss every time I look down at my foot.
It has been almost 4 months since my surgery.

A quick pep talk from my physiotherapist and we’re planning to change direction. Acupuncture is next on the list. We’re hoping this will help stretch out and stimulate the EHL Tendon a little more.

It’s so overwhelming to come this far, just to find out that the journey is far from over.
I want to wake up in the morning and walk to the throne effortlessly without having to massage my leg awake, do a warm up or use the walls to guide me upright.

I'm tired of being at physio working on the same gruesome and painful stretches that leave me slightly debilitated every time.

I'm tired of having to explain over and over why I'm still slightly limping and how it happened.

I'm tired of refusing party invites; for fear of some drunken jackass stepping onto my Zipperfoot.

I'm tired of trying to explain to my employer that trekking out to work into the downtown core in prime Christmas shopping season is not at the top of my list to do.

My drama queen is definitely coming out in full force.

I went shoe shopping last week. I wanted to purchase a pair of shoes that I can wear in a versatile manner, more than my Nike’s or Converse sneakers. I purchased a buttery leather pair of (cow hide) loafers that are soft, yet supportive. It’s like they came down from cow heaven just for me.  I’m grateful that I can wear these with just about any attire. They are by no means the saucy tall heels I would be accustomed to, but definitely a sweet alternative.

I also toyed with a few pair of winter boots from my collection. The snow will be here shortly, I want to be prepared. Canadian Winters can be mean spirited (no offense to Mother Nature). Wearing my running shoes to traipse around in the snow and ice for my glamo trips to physio or the occasional family outing is not going to cut it.

I’ll just grin and bear it. Movin’ on…