Despite my surgeon's instructions not to put any weight on my ankle until he sees my x-rays on Thursday, I started hobbling on it a few days ago.  I had a vivid dream that I was walking, and when I woke up I was like, Okay. It's time. 

This ankle is way un-flexible. All kinds of scar tissue, swelling, muscle atrophy, etc. My physical therapist says I sprained my ligaments, in addition to breaking the tibia and fibula. I actually have two physical therapists, Mike and Jesse. Mike is a big bald black guy who stretches out my hams and glutes; Jesse is a little jewish guy with a baby face who massages the shit out of my foot and ankle. I can feel the scar tissue breaking up when he does it. Yesterday after the foot massage (which is excruciating, by the way), I could see a bunch of veins popping up, which is a good sign. They say when I start weightbearing exercise the muscles will be able to help pump more blood, which will bring down the swelling. Which I can't WAIT for, because I still can't wear normal shoes on my left foot. My right side is all stylish, wearing cute shoes, and my left is still encased in the robo-boot, all black felt and velcro straps to the knee. Not cute.