Yesterday, the surgeon cut off my cast!
Oh by the way, when they say that the drill will cut the cast only, that's a lie and my shin is here to prove it. No blood spilled, but still a good 20cm line is crossing it. I had the pleasure of receiving a surgical band-aid unobtainable on the market, or so rare that it would cost me an arm and a leg. At least, that's what he said. As I'm not ready to also sacrifice an arm, I decided to trust him.
Once the cast taken off, not much to say about the overall looks of my leg than what I had already concluded three weeks ago. I struggled to put my shoe on -- first thing I did to recover a little dignity, but I should have taken it easy: I hadn't realize that freeing my leg could have drastic consequences on my blood pressure. I nearly blacked out. I was given a piece of day-old bread and canteen strawberry jam. Yummy.
Once the cast taken off, not much to say about the overall looks of my leg than what I had already concluded three weeks ago. I struggled to put my shoe on -- first thing I did to recover a little dignity, but I should have taken it easy: I hadn't realize that freeing my leg could have drastic consequences on my blood pressure. I nearly blacked out. I was given a piece of day-old bread and canteen strawberry jam. Yummy.