So here I am, Tuesday, July 16th, one week post surgery. I've been outside once, taken a couple of baths, watched more tv and surfed more internet and read more books than I ever care to in a 7 day stretch. Luckily my foot feels good. Real good actually. I haven't needed to take any pain meds the last two days, and when the doctor removed my cast on Tuesday, the swelling looked to be in control and the discoloration wasn't near what I thought it would be.
They're saying I'll be on crutches for ten weeks, which sucks. No way I'm going to let that fly. It would effectively mean I'm done doing anything for the Marines before I get out October 24th. Hard to take students on ruck runs when you're crutching around, and standing in front of a class teaching would be too difficult, not to mention pointless if I can't take them out to run drills on what I was teaching.
I guess we will just wait and see as things move along. I'm popping all the calcium, glucosamine, fish oil, and vitamin pills I can stomach, drinking the milk and protein, and thinking happy thoughts in an effort to change the outlook and timeline. Obviously I need to be healthy enough to hike the Inca Trail in November.