Today I want to take a few minutes to talk about the wonder of socks. Specifically, compression stockings.
For a few weeks now, ever since the post-surgery constant searing pain wore off and became more of a constant dull ache with occasional twinges of stabbing pain, I have maintained that my biggest problem was swelling. I couldn’t be up on my crutches for more than a couple of minutes at a time because the swelling was immediate and unbearable. The moment I took my foot off my stack of pillows I could watch my toes swell and turn purple.
Imagine for a moment that you have a thick rubber band around the ball of your foot and four more somehow between each of your toes.
Now imagine feeling like that for a month or more, and that the only thing that slightly helps is sitting very still with your foot up very high.
Since getting my cast off yesterday, I have been wearing compression stockings. And they are making all the difference. After 2 months of having my left foot contantly elevated, I can sit normally for short periods. I can be mobile on my crutches for up to 7 minutes at a stretch before anything resembling pain sets in.
My doctor didn’t prescribe compression stockings; my husband works for a company that makes them, so he suggested that I try them. He may be dumb about certain husbandly things, but about this, he was really smart.
I cannot stress this enough: for anyone going through a similar situation, wear compression stockings, even if you have to beg, borrow or steal to get them.
I have no idea how many times I have teased my husband about being a sock tester for a living. But today those socks saved my sanity.