Its been difficult learning to trust the right leg, I have babied it since my accident in 1985. I climb with my left foot first, seem to catch myself standing on it more than my right and use it to get up from a chair over the right without a thought. No can do this time around, the right leg has to pay its dues and carry the left. I know, I'm strange thinking like this but when you have so much time on your hands one digs a bit deeper into the most bizarre things.
The burning, swelling feeling every time I let my foot down is subsiding so that has to be a good thing. My next Doctor visit is February 2nd, staples get pulled, I think I counted at least 47 on my x-ray, hey I'm bored. I'll get a new cast and then keep on keeping on until I am cleared to start Physical Torture.
Oh, not much time spent on my commercial rating. Heck, I've picked up the same book on Alaska bush flying multiple times and just don't feel like reading it. I have watched five of the six seasons of Ice Pilots, again, and I'm getting ready to buy the Flying Wild Alaska series, all three seasons. I think I may have a new line of work. I'm thinking I can price cars since I've watched Classic Cars and What's My Car Worth, every day.
Mary says she still loves me so that's a plus. She hasn't put a pillow over my head so I'm thinking she is telling the truth. My bride has been an Angel, excellent care and great cooking. Despite all the foot BS, I'm really a very lucky guy.