My Fancy Cast and Living in the 18th Century

A week ago today I traded the splint and bandages for a fiberglass cast. The cast is much lighter than the splint, but very stiff and snug. I often wake up at night with pain in some area of my foot other than the incision site. I suspect it’s just the squeezing action of the cast. About three more weeks and I’ll be free of it!

But fiberglass makes a nice canvas. Sam went all Sistine Chapel on me and decorated the underside. AC did the sole, and recreated the accessory navicular (reimagined as a heart) and purple stitches on the incision site. My leg feels quite fancy now.

In other news, Sam sewed a doll on a rainy Sunday and today prepared a chicken curry stew for the crockpot with only a little help from me. “Mom,” she said yesterday. “It’s like I’m an 18th-century girl, helping with the cooking and the sewing and making my own dolls!”

Mom has surgery and it’s like we’re living in the 18th century. Just so.