Just waiting . . .

I haven't posted anything here for ages (again!) because there really hasn't been anything to say because I havn't really done anything. I'm just waiting for the sore on my leg to heal so I can wear my fancy new leg that was in all the local papers a few weeks ago. I was denounced as a fraud the first time I got up to the pub (pushed by Denise in my wheelchair) after the articles were published. I let them buy me a beer anyway.

I do have some gruesome photos on my phone showing how the healing has been progressing, but I won't post them here. Suffice it to say that it only needs a couple more millimetres to close up, and for me to start the acclimatising process. I will have to start from scratch after not having worn it for so long. I'll begin with wearing just the inside socket, then progress to wearing the leg for half an hour at a time, twice a day, with minimal walking, and build up from there until I can wear it all day again. It's hard to tell how long this 'toughening up' process will take: it might take a week or so, or it might take just a few days. The main thing is not to irritate the delicate, newly healed spot. Not having the stitch fragment in there will help, I'm sure.