Finding My Footing Again

Today marked a wonderful juncture in my recovery from foot surgery -- hobbling to and from work for the first time minus crutches or a cain.

I was only a few yards from my building when a woman, noticing my post-surgery shoe and slight limp, stopped to ask me what procedure I’d undergone. Upon informing her it was bunion removal, she was even more inquisitive because she is about to go through the same thing.

As I told her that returning to work a week later is doable and that the pain subsides in a matter of days, I could tell she was relieved. And in the course of helping to put her mind at ease, I was struck all over again at the body’s amazing power to heal.

I ended up being reminded of this several times today. First, with several colleagues commenting on my increased mobility. Then tonight, with my doorman happily observing me walk unassisted, saying--

“Looking good, looking good!”

I smiled, grateful for the encouragement and the fact that with each passing day, I’m inching closer toward finding my footing again.

Over the last five weeks, I’ve re-learned what it means to literally take things one step at a time. It’s a lesson I won’t soon forget and one that I think will make me more sure footed, in more ways than one.

An Evening with Morty and Moonstruck

Last night, I spent the evening with one of my best friends, Morty. Taking advantage of the Indian Summer-like weather, we headed over to Tasti D-Lite for dessert.

Sweet Treat: Tasti D-Lite, the perfect post-op outing

The outing was doubly delightful for me, as it was one of my first since bunion removal foot surgery on Friday. Along with discovering the pain-fighting prowess of Vicodin, I’ve learned there are many women who have undergone this procedure and understandably so. As the get well card from one of them -- my fabulous sister-in-law -- says, with the right shoes, you can do anything.

Over some delicious cookies ‘n’ cream frozen yogurt, Morty and I questioned whether Tasti D is really fat free and I informed him that we were sitting in front of the same location that Charlotte and Harry visited in the final season of “Sex and The City.” SATC was on my mind, having watched the movie the night before and been delighted to find that it held up for a fourth viewing.

Back at my place, we filled in a major gap in our 80’s film repertoire and watched “Moonstruck.” The 1987 romantic comedy that garnered Cher an Academy Award charmed both of us and had us laughing at how big hair was held up as a glamour benchmark back then.

Speaking of movies, there’s no better Rx for a post-op pick-me-up. As I indulge the couch potato in me, I welcome suggestions for films to add to my Netflix queue. What are some of your favorites? Post a comment here. A little cinematic distraction goes a long way -- as I found while I was smiling (and, at times, crying) my way through SATC all over again.