you betcher booty!
My butt burns. I had to walk the long walkway into dialysis and it pained me.
Ivy knows how often I walk. It’s a long path everyday I don’t have dialysis. She still griped and pushed me along. I tried to get her to get me a wheelchair. I got side eye for that suggestion.
Considering my infirmity, I am not sedentary.
My muscle mass is about the least a person could actually have and be able to be upright and moving.
Any loss is immediately felt.
Butt burn or not I’m gonna keep moving. Clomping along, the best I can.
My sympathies! I have been gifted (well, I paid) with them twice.
The one from 2022 was somehow much less comfortable than the one from 2011. I tried to find the 2011 one, when the 2022 injury happened, but no luck. I wound up just using a surgical shoe. Considerably lighter and more comfortable, but may not be appropriate for all injuries.
In my case, the doc left boot or no boot up to me; I opted to get the boot, and regretted it.
But yeah, the ability to remove it for showers etc. is incredibly sanity-saving. With mine in 2011, I was told to wear it even to sleep, for the first week or two; that was not fun. But whenever I was able, that thing got yanked off to let the tootsies breathe. Luckily for me, I was able to work from home full time in 2022 (and part time in 2011), so I’d be flopped on the couch, foot propped up, boot somewhere on the floor nearby.
My brother broke a foot when he was a preteen / early teen. He broke it the afternoon a few hours after getting cast removed from his broken hand (or maybe he broke the hand first, then the foot). The parents were not pleased.
He was in a cast for the foot. A walking cast - they didn’t do surgical boots back then. That can NOT have been fun. I have no clue how bathing was managed. Or, well, teen / preteen boy, maybe “IF” is the right word rather than “HOW”. 
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You might consider using a cane for the duration (if you are not already doing so), especially if you’re worried about your balance being off due to the hardware. It can reduce the weight you’re putting on the bum foot, as well as providing an extra point of contact with the ground.
Thx.
Mr. Wrekker has a cane for himself. He has gouty feet.
I’m really walking ok…just the sore butt and the aggravation.
I’m just happy the pain in my foot is relieved.
I hate hearing things like this. I’ve had all the foot problems (gout, plantar warts, extensor tendonitis, plantar fasciitis, arthritis, etc). I’m fine for a year, then I’ll be really bad for a month.
I hope I never need a cane.
Meanwhile, my daughter’s father-in-law (who is a diabetic from childhood) has had bits and pieces of his feet removed the past decade. 
Boy, like you, I hate to hear the “bits and pieces” removed.
I have jacked up feet. The podiatrist winces audibly when I take my socks off.
All in all they’ve served me well. All the tripping up I do I blame on other things. Mostly my lack of peripheral vision on one side.
So I tell the doctor just make sure there’s circulation down there and don’t judge.
@kayaker, a cane ain’t that terrible. Will give you an air of sophistication and poise. I know you have hearing loss, with a cane you can flip it up and say “tsk-tsk” and just walk away when you don’t hear.
Seriously, Gout will cripple you for a time. You can heal up and be fine for awhile. I assume Mr.Wrek is older than you and it’s never slowed him down.
I’m too cool for a cane. Mr VOW and I have walking sticks, the kind you get at a sporting goods store. Thos are really good if you go cemetery stomping. The ground is so uneven, especially in the really old cemeteries.
Mr VOW must have forgotten the walking stick, though. For my last birthday, he gave me a stool, a grabby stick, and a cane.
~VOW
He’s suicidal, right?
When I had my wrist surgery in 2018, almost immediately followed by my husband’s knee surgery, we purchased, in a short period of time, freestanding toilet rails, walkers (2), a replacement sling, a sock-putter-onner thingy, and other assorted Old People stuff. I’m still stunned that we didn’t start getting calls from marketers selling retirement communities and prepaid funeral plans.
Re the walking stick: I have been tempted to splurge on a really nifty one. Or a sword cane. Or one with a built-in stun gun. Or maybe not… I don’t see how either of those would turn out well for me…
In the meantime, we have some trek poles, and a couple of drugstore canes, in the back of our car. They turned out to be quite useful recently, when we had to slog through SNOW to get to our rental house.
I’m up and walking. It’s not pretty or graceful. And my whole leg hurts just from the effort. On top of that I keep stepping on my other foot with the god-awful heavy boot.
Why does it have to weigh so much? I’ve looked online for a lighter one. No luck and none would fit. I have narrow (kinda freaky narrow) feet.
The doctor at dialysis, this morning is not liking the way it keeps swelling everyday. He wanted me to see the Ortho doc. I told him I have an appointment Monday. Soon enough.
Got a frowny face from him. Oh well.
I know someone who has a most likely worse injury and hasn’t even seen a doctor. They’ve walked, worked and had serious recreational activity for 4+ months and no adverse problems other than some pain and swelling.
I think I can wait 4 days for an appointment…
Really, I’m doing as well as I can hope to do.
Did go to the Ortho doctor today, after all.
Could not get the boot on this morning. Too much swelling. Something was obviously wrong. Didn’t hurt any more than it did yesterday. Just didn’t understand. Ivy said I was being obstinate. I certainly was not. TYVM.
So I hopped to the car. Had the boot in tow. It almost threw me off course. But I got there.
They put me in a treatment room. The nurse with a electronic notepad and a tech came in. I’m thinking, double team. Ok. I see.
They’re thinking it’s me, not the fact my dang foot is broken, 2 small bones on the outside. Check the X-rays. I didn’t cause it swell without asking permission.
Write your little click notes, Red. Billy Bob can try to get the boot on. I remove my sock. Billy Bob let’s go a under the breath swear word.
He gets down to it. First he asks Red, shouldn’t Dr. Pain in the Bones look at this, first?
She clicks a note on her device and thinks, clicks one more and says “Nah”
B.B.opens the boot all the way. Showing the nice soft lining. I wanted to tell him, bad idea. Those Velcro straps are bitch to get strung back through.
But I kept my mouth shut, as Ivy was giving me the stink eye.
My foot would not seat in the bottom of the boot.
You know why? Billy Bob brains. The bottom of my foot is puffed out. My toes are spread apart. Even tho’ these things are wide and my foot is narrow. It wasn’t gonna fit. Without removal of toes or something.
As I’m not gonna sit still for that, Red clicks a line or two and goes out for the Doc.
He comes in and asked me what problem I was causing. Looks down and says “Oh, my! What has happened?”
I told him it was like that when I woke up.
He says we’re gonna put another cast on.
The boot ain’t working for you.
He sits down.
And passed gas. He farted in this small room with 5 people in it. No one says a word.
Billy Bob quietly opens the door. He sneakily slipped out. I’m trying real hard not to laugh.
Ivy is dying in small increments. Stink eye, umm…my foot! (
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B.B. is in the hallway bent over. Laughing his ass off silently.
I can see him thru the crack in the door.
Doctor is yammering, about something I know was dreadfully important. No one heard it.
All of a sudden I’m alone in the room. I kinda went into some sorta thing and lost a minute or two of my life. Forever. The odor remained. Forever.
They come back pretty quickly.
And I’m put in soft fitted thing. The bottom and back are of some hard stuff. A compression sock is underneath. It’s tight. Like really tight.
Doctor sits in his chair and says it should be tight. Not to remove it til Monday when I return. If it hurts take the pain meds. Writes me another script. Oh thank god, I may have enough for suicide, now. (I’m kidding)
He gets up reaches over to pat my shoulder and farts again.
The man clearly needs to quit eating eggs for breakfast.
Red, with a quivering lip says they’d get a wheelchair and wheel me out.
Almost clicks another note on two on her device, but runs out instead. I feel like she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. B.B. is gone.
Before he gets back with the wheelchair I hopped out of the room.
B.B. wheels me out as Ivy gets the car. He says nothing.
When we get to the exit, I say “Haven’t you got anything to say?” He said “yes, stay off that foot as much as you can”
O—kay.
You get a wide variety of canes, and some might suit you.
There is, for instance, the sword cane, in case you feel the need for an impromptu duel, and there is the flask cane, if you prefer to just have a drink and sort it out together.
The world of canes is wide. (Not the ones I recieved at the whipping end in my school career, they tended to be narrow and bendy. And sore)
Yeah, I’d be fine carrying or using a cane, just so I don’t need one.
Jezus Krist, @Beckdawrek!
Call your Diabetes specialist immediately! Or talk to somebody at the Dialysis Center! That kind of swelling speaks of an electrolyte imbalance, or weird veins, or something dreadful!
I’d hate to have your foot come off when you remove the compression sock!
And it sounds(pun intended) like the doc is in sync with the Ex President, who entertains himself in court by farting.
Seriously, though, call somebody reasonably competent.
~VOW
No worries VOW. They’re on it. I saw them Friday afternoon.
Back to Ortho doctor. Just left his office.
I had read the compression cast would cause the blood to be pushed up and my foot would look more bruised. So I was prepared. I thought.
My plan was to scream a little and exclaim “Oh god! What have you done to my foot??!” When they unwrapped it.
Instead, I was kinda struck dumb. It looked horrible.
They assured me all was well. They were more concerned with my ankle. It appeared very swollen. I had new X-rays taken. And it’s ok.
Re-casted. Tacos eaten. On the way home. Yay! 
Yay! Get better. Or Trump will win.
Yikes!
Do they think the bones are aligned properly? Did they get misaligned at some point?
Any theories on why the foot seemed to get WORSE so quickly?
Swelling on just the one foot wouldn’t suggest a problem with electrolytes (to me, anyway); you’d expect both feet to be swollen.
Is there any concern that your circulation may be impeded in any way? That’s a huge concern with any kind of break.
You definitely want to keep it elevated as much as possible. That will help reduce swelling, and will keep you from overusing it. I remember after my first broken foot (4th metatarsal, left foot, the stairs and I had a disagreement over how many steps were left; the stairs won), it was doing pretty well a week or so out, then I was out and about a lot that weekend, and by Monday I was convinced I’d messed it up again.
A trip to the ortho and nope, it was just hurting from overuse.
I haven’t ever used a compression sock on a recently-broken foot, so I don’t entirely know what it would do, bruise-wise, but I can’t imagine it would make things look worse; the bleeding that causes the bruising has already occurred. I could be completely wrong though. They do work a treat in reducing swelling; I won’t go on a long car trip without wearing mine, now, otherwise I’ll have trouble getting my shoes on the next day.
I’m very white, and thin skinned. The doc said it was previous bleeding and was just more pronounced because of the compression.
My electrolytes are fine. They checked all my numbers at dialysis this morning. My circulation is good.
Apparently from the X-rays the foot is healing.
Yep. Must. Stay. Down. With the foot up.
My new cast is not nearly as compressed.
They all think I’m doing ok.
To hear me tell it, I’m dying.
I tend towards the dramatic. Funny it gets me no sympathy from the crowd at home.
I think my nefarious plan to get my way has failed.
BTW…doc was not flatulent today.
Lol. No shit.
wheres my photo?