Post surgery: day 4

You can find the original surgery post here

Mostly good news to report on the recovery front. I was able to leave my $14.99 aluminum cane at home this morning. I'm able to put much more weight on my right foot and I can walk at a halfway decent pace, albeit with a pronounced limp. I've traded gauze bandages for a giant Band-Aid on the bottom of my foot, which I top with moleskin and a cushiony white sweat sock for comfort. Even though my foot isn't visibly swollen, I can only fit into a sneaker with the laces very loose or my Crocs. Sexy. In a fit of vanity, I tried slipping into a pair of low, comfy heels and one second of downward pressure just about sent me flying into my closet ceiling with pain. Ow-ie. Anyway, it may amuse you to learn that settled on wearing a black gladiator sandal on my left foot and a turquoise Crocs Mary Jane with an athletic sock on my right. Both colors are reflected in the print on my dress. Incidentally, this injury has given me the opportunity to "stress test" sweat socks for cushioning and I'm like to report that the Hanes ankle socks distributed free at the the BlogHer conference are far and away the most comfortable.

As for the wound, it kind of looks like Swiss cheese. Dried out Swiss cheese. I don't much like being able to see the muscle tissue at the bottom (top?) of the holes, but I Can't. Stop. Looking. Good thing I've got the thing wrapped up tight 99 percent of the time.

And the Mommyblogger-PR stars aligned...

I'm no alpha mommyblogger, yet my email inbox gets clogged with PR pitches on a daily basis. Most go straight to the trash, but a few weeks ago the stars aligned. Z'd been battling me over clothes because everything was so un-com-fort-a-ble. She only wanted to wear "soft pants" and the handful of t-shirts with collars that didn't itch, sport uncomfortable tags or bother her for some other, indecipherable reason. She yanked at her underwear, tugged at waistbands, rolled her eyes and whined the nothing fits me the right way.

Right about the time that I'd given in and agreed to let her wear the same two pairs of ugly pants all summer, Hanes came a-calling. Susannah send us a care package with a darling graphic spaghetti strap shirt (see photo), a lime-green skort, a package of kiddie camisoles and some underwear. Z was thrilled--not only to received stuff in the mail--but to wear something new that fit her soft clothes/no tags criteria. She quit wearing pajamas and started pairing a camisole with underpants. Underpants that don't even have Princesses on them (although they sell those too). The yellow cami top with the sparkly turtle on it is her new favorite shirt. She'd wear it every day if I let her.

Honestly, I didn't really think Hanes did much beyond underwear and men's athletic t-shirts. But it turns out they've got a pretty great selection of inexpensive cotton clothing that's perfect for kids' playwear. And since Susannah asked me to mention it, when you buy specially-marked packages of Hanes, you'll have a chance to Vacation in Comfort at Walt Disney World. And Princess panties or no, Z would pee hers with excitement if we won. Which we won't.