Sunday, 1 May 2022

The long dark tea-time of the soul day 51

Sunday.
Shower day. Rather than scoot over the bed to the commode to shower I walked, holding on to Kev and the bedhead but I made it and made it back after the shower. 
I washed the scar and graft area gently and patted it dry with one of my gentle face cloths so that we didn't catch the scabbed area then we slathered on loads of Aveeno onto my scaly leg.  Kev rebooted me ( not like a computer) and I made it back walking to the bed holding onto Kev again and the bedhead when needed. 
I'm thinking that maybe she was a little hasty in not giving me a frame... If you think about it, I had just that minute had my boot fitted and hadn't stood for 6 weeks, expecting me not to be wobbly is a bit of an ask, mind you, I know they don't have much time with each patient. And a hell of a lot nicer with it than they were at Durham. So Kev is going to ring OH and see if they can lend us a walker... 
I've also ordered some sketchers trainers ( arch support) because I think if I can give my left foot the same sort of height as the boot it might help. They'll come in for next month when I can wear footwear again ( all being well) as I'm going to have to be careful what I do wear on my feet. The one's I have ordered are made with that light mesh fabric so there's no chance they'll rub the graft area.

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