Christmas has come and gone. It’s been a great time and an adventure for my feet.
After my last appointment on the 18th, I grabbed my backpack and went down to the Isle of Wight to spend Christmas with my cousins (and it was a good thing I did, as London went into tier 4 one day after).
That day was pure abuse on the feet. Nasty abuse. From going to the Doctor which required some walking, then going to the tube (walking to the station and then between stations), getting on a train in a busy Waterloo station in central London, then getting on a boat…. and finally home. Let’s just say my feet were the size of big balloons by the end of the day.
The past week has been a bit of a balancing act between doing some short walks (that provide me with some much needed “exercise” that helps my back pain), the need to rest and elevate my feet (to help with pain and reduce swelling) and the physio exercises to improve mobility.
I’m not sure I’m very good at this balancing act though. (Oopsie)
There’s definitely been some learnings recently:
- “bio-oil” the hell out of those scars. Buying bio-oil and massaging every morning and evening has been a life saver.
- Never skip your mobility exercises. Your Doctor is right. They hurt but they’re a required evil.
- Elevate elevate elevate
- Compression socks… wear them. Forget about being sexy for a while
It will take time and I’ve come to accept that harsh reality. It is getting better but it’s definitely a long process.
The next mission will be to find new shoes that go with some of my latest requirements, but that’s a totally different blog post.