Yup, it’s been twelve weeks since I broke my ankle.

Hard to believe, really, especially considering everything that has happened in the interim.

I had a big ugly cast, then I had ugly stitches. Then I got an awesome boot to go with the ugly brace.

I got the stitches out, and was briefly held together with tape. Then I went to no tape, but still no walking.

Then I was able to walk, had PT, finished with PT, and finally started to get on with my life again.

And that’s how things look today. Somewhat depressingly, the swelling hardly seems less than before I started walking, however, these pictures were taken at the end of the day, and after a hot shower, so the swelling isn’t quite that bad normally.

The swelling and acheyness will be with me for at least six more months, but there are times when I manage to forget I have a broken ankle (since I had a visible fracture last week, I do believe it can still be considered broken).

Mostly, however, I’m grateful that I am recovering so quickly, and have such wonderful friends and family to support me.