Sit Down and Shut Up!

While I have been wearing my leg at home and when I go to PT, I thought it was time to take it out for a spin.

Sunday was a BARCS fundraiser, Pours for Paws. Local breweries, a winery or two and some hard liquor purveyors would be on hand to pour drinks. There would also be some food, including one of my favorites, Blue Pit Barbecue.

While Jerry and I are not beer drinkers, we thought it would be a fun event to attend. I would see friends, and, of course, adoptable dogs.

So I put on a long skirt to hide most of my prosthesis, and off we went.

I knew I would not be walking at this event, but I took the opportunity to stand a couple of times, and it felt great.

We spent a couple of hours there. We drank some wine, had some snacks, petted some dogs, and we headed home very happy.

When we got home I took off the leg, and much to my disappointment, it had sprouted some blisters, two of which had opened. Considering I had not been walking, I was surprised, but then I remembered I forgot to put Anti-Monkey Butt on my leg, which is a powder of cornstarch and calamine. Could that have been why it blistered? Maybe.

I saw my physical therapist and prosthetist today. My prosthetist, whom I trust more than almost anyone anywhere, told me not to worry too much, and if it happens again he could make some adjustments. My physical therapist snapped some photos and ran them down the hall to show my physiatrist, who wants me not to wear the leg for a week.

So for now, back in the wheelchair and no walkies for me. A bit disappointing, but really, it was not completely unexpected considering the quality of skin graft on my residual leg.

Speaking of which, I had a zoom call with the plastic surgeon in New York who will be working with the orthopedic surgeon the end of July for my osseointegration surgery.

And once I am healed from that, I will never have to worry about socket blisters again. Can't wait.

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