The wound-vac is done. Went to the wound doctor today and he said it was good to go. Peeled off the last dressing, washed my whole foot with iodine to kill the bacteria that were building up under the plastic wrap, and changed it out for a regular cloth wrap.
Next step is possibly a skin graft. Not the “peel off a chunk from somewhere else and sew it on” kind, but something they grow in a lab and attach with steri-strips. So not a surgical procedure, but almost more of a weird bandage.
Upgraded from that goofy shoe they gave me at the hostibule to a big, clompy walking boot. It’ll take some getting used to, but it works.
The cat is terrified of it. I walked into the living room and she ran off around the corner. Then when I walked back through the living room she was staring at it like it was about to grow fangs and slunk off to the dining room. When I tried to get close so I could pet her she hid under the couch, staring at the boot the whole time.
More importantly, I can go back to work Monday 21 September unless someone has a problem with the boot. It’s technically open-toed, but my toes don’t come anywhere near the open part. Plus I work seated at a workbench; it isn’t like I spend all day wandering the shop or screwing around with sawdust or metal shavings. The foreman is cool with it and they need me, so I don’t foresee too many issues there.
And because I can’t drive with the boot on, I’m probably jumping directly into overtime.
So I’m celebrating with White Castle and pretentious ketchup.