Mrs. Lindsay's Superstar Kindergarten. TRegina's Blog - Blog. Laughitupfuzzball’s AchillesBlog. I came out of my cast on Friday, and it felt great to be free from an ortho roll-cast “tomb.” No, wearing a cast was no where near lying in a sepulcher, but highlighting the fact that now it’s empty seemed to me praise worthy. My foot is not there. It’s now returned to its boot. However, I kept the cast as a memorial to once-broken things. Now let the rehab begin. I winced like a whiny bugger as if a wasp’s stinger was impaled under my skin when Mike pulled out the first few sutures. My rehab will consist of two days per week for two months PWB , “Partial Weight Bearing” at 100%.
If I had to announce a casting call for the “Wild Weasel,” I guess I would choose someone who was confident enough to wear a pink and black cast. So a medley of Harley Davidson and Victoria’s Secret seems “manly” enough for me. I had my first bowel movement since pre-op last Thursday, and it was no Beethoven’s Ninth of symphonic relief. I am officially post-operative. The Urban Remnant.