Hey! So the doc said I could swim. Yay!
These were his exact words:
"You can still swim but do not walk or run around pool or chase after the lifeguards. Behave yourself."
How flippin' funny was that?
I have the enormously heavy plastic and some-fake-material knee-high boot that is cinched with 6 thick velcro straps. Metal slats hold the whole thing stiff against my (big ol') calf. I'm already tired of it and can't believe I have to wear this until the end of the year. Donna said to not think so far ahead, to stay with this one contraction. Those midwives... sheesh, full of philosophical pearls of wisdom.
Sadly (and I know I am whining), I have to wear a tennis shoe on my right foot - for a couple of reasons. 1. It looks as if it might fracture if I dance too much on it and 2. it helps to have the added height to balance out the high-heel height of the boot. My poor pedicures will go unseen.
When I whined to the cast guy that these accoutrements were ruining my vanity, he said, "Pain trumps vain any day."
More tomorrow... heading to bed.