Finally, my foot is feeling better. Ha! Bet I fooled you with the entry title, didn’t I?

After almost three months, my foot is almost good enough to walk on. Good enough to hobble around without crutches, using my heel on the broken foot. As you recall, I broke the fifth metatarsal on my right foot at the beginning of December. Just in time for my vacation and the peak birdwatching season. At least I had a great schedule this semester, Tuesdays and Thursdays only, allowing me to stay home more often–though it would have been great to have actually done something with those days instead of wasting it on recuperating.

The strange thing is, the x-rays don’t really seem to show too much improvement. The image at left is not really the best quality and resolution, but it represents the change between early December and about a week ago. See the difference? Me neither. But my doc assures me that he can see healing going on (I do have to admit that the copy they gave me last week was a lot blurrier and both are taken by my digital camera with the x-rays taped to the kitchen window–a lot of detail was lost in the process).

Apparently so much healing, that I could finally chuck my splint and bandage and start wearing my right shoe (“hard shoe,” the doc said), and it feels pretty good. I’m going to have to take his word when he tells me I can put weight on the foot again, supposedly a week from now. Five weeks ago, he said it’d heal in “four weeks.” Three weeks ago, he said “four weeks.” So last week I expected four weeks again, but he said “two weeks.” What a nice thing to hear that was. Though maybe I’m getting my hopes up too much and he’ll give me another two weeks next week.

All I know is that it’s feeling better. Not like I have to baby it so much. And after three months, I can’t wait to start using the dang thing again.