Friday was a big day for my big foot. The stitches came out and the big bandages went away. There’s still Darth Vader-chic boot and a crutch in my daily ensemble, but being able to take one or two baby steps from wheel chair to the bed felt as good as running a 5K.
The first few steps were pretty painful, and the foot still looks like a balloon in the horror section of the Macy’s Day parade, but each time I put one foot in front of the other, it gets just a little bit better.
Rachel Barlow Art 