I visited the podiatrist today, and after 7 days of healing, the incision on my sole is closed and looking good. The doctor says he tends to leave stitches on the sole in place for at least three weeks, and he expects that will be the case for me. In the meantime, I am to keep weight off the foot and he will see me again next Wednesday.
Still no pain, and thus no reason to fill my vicodin prescription. That suits me just fine. Life is too short to spend it in a drug-induced haze (when you don't have to).
I took advantage of my ephemeral freedom, and Susan and I stopped by my favorite Mexican restaurant for some therapeutic tacos de carne asada. It's right on the way home -- if one first drives two miles south from the hospital...
I'm being good. I'm even using the crutches for the 4 or 5 steps from the bed to the bathroom. I pretty much have been spending my days inside a circle 30 feet in diameter, but I think I will be allowed to get out on a limited basis as long as I use the crutches. Maybe Saturday... A green tea latte at the Barnes & Noble café sounds really good!