Better: I'm more mobile. I can go outside without Jack hovering over me and I can walk - albeit with my walker to make sure I have only 50% weight on my right foot - some distance, for example, round the supermarket. Progress towards normality indeed!
Not so good. Independence. Because I need two hands on the walker to support myself, I can't carry anything, except for small articles I can put in the bag I have attached to the front. So I must rely on Jack to carry a glass of water from the kitchen for me, to bring and clear all dishes from the table, and so on. (When I used the knee scooter I could steer with one hand, carry something in the other and glade smoothly from room to room. But no, I don't want the "old days" back!
Unchanged. I still retire to my "nest" to rest my leg several times a day after I have been moving around a lot and my leg starts to throb. But I'm not spending as much time here overall as I was a few weeks ago. ... So maybe this should count as progress.
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