Rehab Plan

On February 18, 2019February 18, 2019 By LeraIn SurgeryLeave a comment

Today was my first day of physical therapy. After surgery, my mom and my aunt couldn’t wait to tell me how painful it was going to be, but based on today, I think it’ll be just fine. They also complained that it was such a chore when they had to go through it, but I don’t view it that way. Last year, I enjoyed my sessions because I was getting some improvement and some of my leisure activities back. This year, I’m even more thrilled to be going to therapy; if everything goes as planned, I should be a lot better than I was before surgery. I’m excited to start training my body again, and I’m looking forward to signing up for some cycling events this year.

My physical therapy plan is a little unusual in that I’ll be going for two weeks to work directly with someone, then I’ll be doing four weeks by myself at home until the boot comes off. I only get 30 visits per year, so this way I can maximize them and have the majority of my sessions when I can do more. Until I lose the boot, there’s not much sense wasting the visits on stretching and range of motion that I can do at home. By the end of March, I’ll be back there doing more aggressive rehab; it’ll certainly be more worthwhile when I can put my full weight on it.

I’m going to the same physical therapy clinic that I went to last year. I never even considered going anywhere else; they did an amazing job before, plus I like that they know my case. They know where I was a year ago and where I am now. Everyone is really nice there and I feel comfortable being myself, which is something I definitely struggle with since I have an introverted personality. The therapist I’ll be working with knows my passion for cycling from last year’s sessions, plus he lives on my bike route, so we see each other on occasion while I’m out riding, so I know for sure he knows how important cycling is to me. He recommended my surgeon to me; I’m so grateful to be able to work with someone who really seems to care about his patients. Apparently he’ll even attend doctor’s appointments for orthopedic cases as a way to improve continuity of care so that he can speak with the doctor more easily. I’m told it’s a new service they started offering and that it has a really positive response from other patients. However, unless I have an unusual problem or things start going poorly, I would feel bad putting any extra work on his schedule. I can see where it might be a good idea for some people, but as long as everything is going smoothly, I don’t think it’s a necessity for myself.

So what happened on my first day? Nothing too eventful, honestly. I had my initial evaluation and then we started right in with some exercises. I warmed up my foot and ankle in a hot whirlpool, and then my therapist started working on releasing some of the scar tissue so that the area around my incisions won’t be all thick on the sides. After that, I just did some gentle stretching and range of motion exercises before calling it a day. The only pain I had was when my therapist was rubbing the scar tissue and he got to the place where the screws in my heel are located. It was only a temporary pain, and he eased off a little when I told him it was sore. Some pain is expected, of course, but now that seven hours has passed, I have zero pain. Something that was amusing to me was the fact that my therapist was all excited to see that I had the Even Up on my normal shoe. He said he’s never seen anyone with a walking boot come in with one of those before and that it was clever because it keeps the body more in balance. He asked where I got it from and I told him the doctor’s office gave it to me. I guess it’s not really a common device, so I’m even more impressed with my surgeon than before.

I’m hoping the next few weeks go well. I probably won’t have much to report on until I go back to work, but I’ll keep y’all posted if anything changes!

9.5 Weeks Post-Op

On February 16, 2019February 16, 2019 By LeraIn Surgery2 Comments

It’s been close to ten weeks since my surgery. I had a follow-up appointment with my surgeon yesterday. I’m happy to report that everything is going as expected.

I am stuck with this walking book for six more weeks, which takes me out to the very end of March. I have two heel lifts inside the boot, each one being an inch tall. Couple that with the boot already sitting up higher than a normal shoe… Yeah, it’s hard to walk when one leg is almost three inches longer than the other one. The doctor’s office gave me this thing called an “Even Up”, which attaches to the bottom of any shoe (except heels). It gives me an extra inch of height on my good leg, so if I wear an athletic shoe on the good foot, my legs are closer in length. I do still lean, though, so it’s a bit challenging to walk. One of the lifts can come out in about three weeks, so things will be easier then. I am allowed to bear as much weight on it as tolerated, so I’m hoping to work myself up to full weight before I return to work in three weeks. Right now, I estimate I can only place between 25 and 50% on it.

Not the best quality image, but you can see the Even Up on my shoe.

Monday is my first day of physical therapy; I’m so excited! I’ll be going twice a week for at least six weeks, but I have a feeling it will be more. My surgeon gave me a rehab protocol to give to the therapist that goes to 11 weeks out, so I really don’t know how long it will be for sure. It’s going to depend on the progress I can make. I’m certainly going to give it everything I’ve got; I can’t wait to get back to normal again. I’m ready to get back on my bike and get back to tennis, but in the short term, I’m ready to get back to walking normally. I knew it would be hard to start walking again, but I had no idea it would be so exhausting! It’s painful, but not too bad, and definitely not as bad yet as it was before surgery. I know that will diminish in time, but it seems so far away. I’m just going to keep my head up and count down the days until I can get back outdoors!

Hygiene Matters

On February 2, 2019February 2, 2019 By LeraIn SurgeryLeave a comment

I want to talk to you all about something important that you probably take for granted: the shower/bath. Most people have no problem with this part of their daily routine, but let me tell you that the ease of it is something I can appreciate more now.

I’ve been non-weightbearing now for almost 8 weeks now, with 2 more to go. It’s been an adjustment to learn how to modify certain things. The hardest was finding a good way to bathe myself safely. The first six weeks were especially tough because I couldn’t get my splint or cast wet, so just sitting in the tub and using the detachable arm was out. I had to meticulously cover my leg from the knee down to ensure no moisture seeped in. The first two weeks I taped some garbage bags around it because I just had a splint covering the incisions; my leg wasn’t protected all the way around. Once I got my cast on, though, and things were more protected, I bought a cast cover from Walgreens. It’s basically just a durable plastic bag you put your leg in and it has a rubber seal at the top so water won’t drip down inside. It’s kind of like putting a big rubber band around your leg. The fit was pretty tight, especially with the swelling, but it was a necessary evil. It was so much simpler than wrapping my leg every time I wanted to shower.

Something else I’ve found to be incredibly helpful is a shower stool. It’s a lot safer than trying to sit on the edge of the tub. I set the legs of it at a longer setting so my bad foot can dangle with less fear of accidentally putting pressure on it. When I was still needing the cast cover, I set up a folding chair next to the tub to rest my leg on while I showered and draped the shower curtain over it for some extra protection. I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about covering my leg up anymore. It saves me a lot of time in the shower, and I can even fill up the tub and soak in it as long as I’m careful about raising and lowering myself. I keep all of my shampoos and soaps on the inside corner of the tub so I don’t bump them when I’m getting in or out. Of course, an extra rug on the floor is nice so my good foot is dry and no water can drip on the tile floor before I’m ready to hobble out of there.

I can’t wait until I can actually stand up and shower again. That’s going to feel like an amazing luxury. What can I say–it’s the little things that make me happy these days 🙂

Pimped Out Knee Scooter

On February 1, 2019February 2, 2019 By LeraIn Crafting, SurgeryLeave a comment

As much “fun” as crutches can be, I looked into alternative mobility aids before my surgery. I came across a crutch that basically made you walk like a pirate with a peg leg (although pirates don’t have their lower leg on a platform behind them when using said peg leg). I knew for sure that I wasn’t going to use that, so I looked into a knee scooter. It’s this nifty thing that has a padded cushion you rest your lower leg and knee on, four wheels, and handlebars. I like to call it my alternative bike because I can’t live without my wheels.

Here’s what the knee scooter looked like before I added my personality to it.

There were a lot of different options, but I just got the cheapest one with good reviews. It ended up costing around $100, but it’s paid for itself a couple times over in the sheer convenience and safety it’s given me. I can cook with both of my hands, I can go out in the snowy Michigan weather without worrying so much about slipping, and I can carry most things pretty well with it. I use this downstairs, but I still have my crutches for upstairs (because there’s no way I could even try to drag the scooter up and down a flight of stairs).

As you guys all know by now, I can’t just leave anything plain. I needed to add a personal touch to it. The first thing I did was go to the dollar store and buy a basket to attach to the front so I could carry things more easily. I attached it with Velcro strips that most people use to wrap excess lengths of cording. I also picked up a string of flamingo lights from the same dollar store to wrap around the basket.

For the finishing touches, I used colored duct tape and ribbon to wrap the frame. It’s pretty obnoxious-looking, but I definitely stand out. I get compliments on it when I go out shopping; it’s certainly a conversation starter! My favorite line so far has been, “Roll on, sista’. You got dis!”, said to me by someone I had never met before, but we stopped and talked a while and he wished me a good recovery when we parted ways.

The ribbon has since fallen off the seat due to use, but everything else is holding up great!

This is easily the best purchase I’ve made for my surgery, although the shower stool I bought was a close second. It’s all about making things as easy as they can be.

Fanciful Crutches

On January 31, 2019January 31, 2019 By LeraIn Crafting, SurgeryLeave a comment

I decided from the day I knew I was going to have surgery, I was going to have to think of some ways to make a not-so-fun situation a little brighter. I was looking up tips on how to survive crutches, and a lot of the articles suggested buying some padded crutch covers to help ease the discomfort. I looked into them and they were $30! I know that may not sound like much to a lot of you, but with the huge expense of surgery, I had to keep a tight budget. No way was I going to pay that much for something I could easily make myself. I scavenged in my drawer of fabric scraps for some materials for this project. It turned out that I only lacked the foam. I promptly went over to Jo-Ann Fabric, armed with a 50% off coupon, and searched around for some foam. I found a nice package that looked like it should suit my needs, and it only ended up costing me $3.50. The Great Crutch Cover Project cost me just under 12% of what buying a pair would have.

Next, I borrowed a pair of crutches from someone so I could figure out what size to cut my fabric. I didn’t measure anything, so I can’t really give you step-by-step instructions. I laid the crutches on the fabric, marked the fabric at the widest point on each side, and added two inches, an extra inch of room for the foam and an extra inch for a half inch seam allowance. I eyeballed what looked like a good amount of space for the arm parts to come down. I then just folded the fabric in half with the right sides on the inside and sewed up the side seams and hemmed the bottom opening before attaching a couple of lengths of ribbon to tie them on.

I wrapped the arm pads and the hand pads in foam and secured it with everyone’s favorite all-purpose solution: duct tape. To made the hand pad covers, I popped the hand piece out of the crutches and laid it on the fabric, using the same crude measuring method.

Covers finished, I thought to myself, Why stop there? I also decided I needed to have a bag attached to my crutches to carry around small items, like a thin paperback novel or a water bottle. How did I do this? Yep, you guessed it: I eyeballed it again. I laid an average-looking book out on some fabric for the fronts and back, and cut the sides and bottoms the same length, but made them about an inch wide. I attached ribbons to hold it onto the crutches.

Voila! There you have fanciful crutches that are sure to gain you compliments everywhere you go!

6 Weeks Post-op

On January 21, 2019January 31, 2019 By LeraIn SurgeryLeave a comment

Wow, I’m sorry I haven’t updated anything on here for such a long time. Things have been pretty busy between Christmas and now. Things have been going smoothly, so I guess I haven’t really had a reason to update y’all. I had my cast removed on schedule. I was incredibly happy to be rid of it. Everyone says casts are itchy, but I didn’t have much of an issue with it, despite how dry and flaky my skin was when they cut it off. The biggest issue was how uncomfortable it was when I left my leg down too long because it would swell up and make the cast feel tight. By the end of the four weeks I had it on, I was ready to be done. I also got these horrible muscle spasms that would seize up my whole foot. My toes would spread out and it was just super uncomfortable. That usually happened at night while I was trying to fall asleep, so some nights it kept me awake half the night. I didn’t realize how exhausted I felt until my first night without that cast on and I could sleep like normal. I was placed in a walking boot after the cast came off, but I still can’t put any weight on it. I’m loving using the boot now because I am allowed to do simple range of motion exercises three times a day and I can shower and sleep without it. Things are so much easier. It’s such a luxury to shower without having to make sure my leg doesn’t get wet. I can get done showering in half the time now. I’m getting tired of using crutches, but I have definitely improved the muscle tone and balance in my left leg after all these weeks, so I guess it’s not all bad. It’ll make the difference between the left and right leg that much more noticeable because I have a lot of atrophy in my right leg, but there’s nothing much I can do about that.

My incisions look so much better than they did a month ago. I don’t get grossed out just looking at them anymore. The picture above is three days after I had my cast removed, so I had a chance to shave and get the worst of the flaky skin off my leg. I bought some Palmer’s cocoa butter and vitamin E lotion to help soothe the new, raw skin, especially on the bottom of my foot and the incision on the back of my heel. I think the upper incision will fade pretty quickly, but the other one seems like it will take more time. I don’t really care what it looks like, though, as long as it’s healed properly. Having the scars is a reminder of where I started and how far I had to come in order to try to meet my goals for the future. I will wear them with pride.

13 Days Out

On December 24, 2018February 8, 2019 By LeraIn SurgeryLeave a comment

I had my first follow-up appointment this past Friday, and everything is looking really good so far! I’m hoping the news stays good throughout my recovery. I’m really glad I have the surgeon I have. Even though I inconvenienced him last week with my fall, he was still nice and joked about it with me by asking if I had any more “incidents” or if I managed to keep things quiet in the week that elapsed since then. I’m also grateful that he’s not one of those doctors who preaches about my being overweight and how it would be so much better for me and my foot to lose it. Despite being overweight, I have no problem zooming around the city on my bike, and I’m a lot faster than some of the other people I pass. The more I ride, the more in shape I become, so I appreciate not being nagged about it like some of the doctors I’ve seen in the past have done to me.

To get back on topic, I got to hear some more detail about my procedure. I knew what the surgeon was planning to do before I went in, of course, but my last appointment with him before surgery was in September, and the MRI was in July. He had told me in September that the exact plan depended on what things looked like when he got inside my foot and how much damage there was that didn’t necessarily show up on the scan. He ended up taking the Achilles tendon completely off my heel bone and cutting the damaged parts away, shaving down my bone, and then reattaching it with two small screws. I did not end up needing a tendon transfer, so that’s awesome. He also made an incision higher up and released the upper part of the tendon so it wouldn’t be so tight all the time. One of my coworkers told me before my surgery that she thought of me as bionic (because I work so hard), and that in turn I would heal fast. Well, with the screws I’m partially bionic now, but the only power it’s given me is the power to drop 50% of everything I touch.

During the appointment, I had the splint cut off and the stitches removed. I was a little anxious about the stitches coming out because I afraid it would hurt, but only two of the eleven caused discomfort. The incisions looked so gross with all the scabs and clotted blood, and there were still a few small raw spots that probably opened when the splint got pulled off (because it was sticking to my heel). They told me they were actually looking really nice for being ten days out, so as bad as they looked to me, to a trained eye, they’re doing just fine.

After the stitches came out, they let me clean up the wounds a little bit, but a lot of the scabs didn’t want to come off, so I just left them. I didn’t want to open up more raw areas unnecessarily. I then got a fiberglass cast put on with my toes pointing down so everything could heal right. They had a lot of colors to pick from, so I went with a pretty baby blue. If I have to have it on for a month, I might as well have a color that looks nice.

I go back for another follow-up in the middle of January, so hopefully things continue at a good pace. I asked if the tendon would be strong enough to play tennis on eventually, and was told that after it was properly healed, it should be fine. I haven’t been able to play tennis in over a year, and if I have to wait that long to play again, it’ll be worth it; I really miss it. There’s some new courts in a nearby town that I’d love to try out. The ones at the park down the street from me are full of chips and areas where the court is just stripped away. I also want to be ready for some bike events in the fall. I don’t know how possible it might be, but I’m going to give my rehab everything I’ve got when it starts. I’m ready to get back to the activities I enjoy without having pain slow me down.

Post Op Week 1

On December 20, 2018December 20, 2018 By LeraIn SurgeryLeave a comment

One week out from surgery and I’m doing well. I’ve had almost no pain since my surgery. The nerve blocks I was sent home with lasted me four and a half days. It was strange living with a numb foot for so many days, but much preferable to the pain I would have had otherwise. It was an odd sensation pulling the wires out of my leg because they went in there a good couple of inches, but it didn’t hurt. They slid out easily and it was a great feeling to get rid of all that tape covering most of my thigh. Any pain I have had has been more of a discomfort. I’ve come home from work with my foot feeling a whole lot worse than I’m feeling now, so I really have no reason to complain about it.

This isn’t even all of the wires I had to deal with. I had another one under my knee that can’t be seen.

The second day after my surgery, I woke up in the middle of the night needing the restroom. I was half asleep and trying to wrangle my crutches and I ended up losing my balance, stepping right on the surgical foot (which is supposed to be non weightbearing), and falling on that leg. It was a long night after that waiting for the doctor’s office to open to find out what they wanted me to do. I ended up having to go into the office so my surgeon could look at it and make sure I didn’t do any damage. Thankfully he said it looked fine and warned me not to make the mistake of using my crutches while I wasn’t fully awake.

Pretty much the rest of the week, I’ve just been laying around. I have to keep my foot elevated above my heart almost all the time. I’m only allowed to get up for 15 minutes each hour, and I’ve also had to ice an hour on and an hour off all day. Once my official follow-up appointment comes, I may get to have a little more leeway in being up and about; it’s all going to depend on what my surgeon says. I’m definitely ready to get out of the house for a while. It’s been a little lonely being cooped up and not being able to do much more than watch TV or read a book.

Living my life from the reclining chair. So exciting!

My biggest hope for this whole process is that I achieve a full recovery. My surgeon told me realistically that this surgery has about an 80% success rate, and a lot of that is going to be dependent on how well I follow all the rules and the physical therapy regimen. I’m keeping my hopes high!

Surgery Day

On December 19, 2018December 28, 2018 By LeraIn SurgeryLeave a comment

It’s been a week and a day since my surgery. All in all, it was a good experience. Not fun, of course, but a good experience. It was my first surgery, so I didn’t know what to expect, but I chose to have surgery at a hospital that specializes in orthopedics and that eased some of my fears.

The morning of surgery started at 4 am, and I had to be at the hospital by 5 am. I arrived as instructed, and no one was at the front desk. After waiting for ten minutes or so, I saw someone walking down the hall still dressed in their coat and carrying their bag. This woman ended up being the registration person, who was apparently running late. A few minutes later I got to go back into the registration room and get the admitting process started, but the patient system was down with some sort of technical issue. The lady called tech support and started getting a little irate with the person on the phone because now the waiting area was full of patients waiting to register for their procedures. Fifteen minutes later, she finally just had me sign some paper consent forms and I was on my way back to the pre-op area.

Pre-op was pretty standard fare from what I know from family members who have had surgery. Vital signs, weight, a few routine tests, and an IV line were all taken care of within my first half hour back there. I changed into a gown and I was hooked up to a bunch of monitors and had wires going everywhere. After that, it was a bunch of questions about my health and then a lot of waiting until about 7 am.

The anesthesiologist came in to talk to me about what to expect in the operating room and did a quick assessment. He then told me they offered nerve blocks for the procedure so my foot would be numb when I woke up. I agreed to the procedure, and then my room got really full of people. I wasn’t expecting to have five people suddenly surrounding my bed. They put my leg up on this platform and brought in an ultrasound machine. My nurse gave me something through my IV to help calm me down, and I felt drowsy for a split second, but I was too determined to watch what was going on to give in to sleep just then. The anesthesiologist gave me a shot to numb the back of my knee where he was inserting the nerve block catheter. It didn’t hurt but it burned a little. After that, I didn’t feel him slide the tubing into my leg, but it did feel like I got a cramp in my calf when he started injecting the medication. The same procedure was completed midway up my thigh, and again I didn’t feel anything. A lot of people must not be able to handle the procedure because all of the nurses called me a “tough lady” because I didn’t flinch at all.

While the anesthesiologist was finishing up the second block, my surgeon came in to make sure I didn’t have any last minute questions. I couldn’t think of any because I was preoccupied with what was going on with the nerve blocks (and feeling quite exposed in front of the good-looking anesthesiologist). My surgeon signed his initials on the leg he was operating on and then left. Just five minutes after that, I was being wheeled into the operating room.

The OR was freezing cold, and one of the nurses put a warm blanket over me once I moved over onto the table. I just laid there for maybe thirty seconds and the anesthesiologist asked if my fingers and toes were starting to tingle. I said no, and then someone put a mask over my face and told me to breathe. After three breaths, my memory is blank until I woke up in recovery.

It was strange waking up after surgery. I could hear my surroundings and people talking around me, but my body felt so heavy that I couldn’t even open up my eyes. I felt pretty nauseated, but I don’t remember if I threw up anything. I just remember a couple of strong waves of nausea and then I fell asleep again. I woke up to my nurse telling me that she’d let me wake up for fifteen more minutes and then she’d bring my family back. I was still really drowsy and kind of confused. I remember asking for a sip of water, and the nurse told me it took so long for me to wake up that the ice was gone. I didn’t really care at that point; my mouth was so dry that even warm water was fine. She just let me have a small sip because I was so nauseated and told me I have the “anesthesia curse” because I was so drowsy, and because even though they put a nausea patch behind my ear and pushed more medication to prevent nausea before my surgery, it didn’t seem to help. Now I know that for next time.

About two hours after my surgery I was allowed to be discharged to home. They sent me home with my nerve blocks still intact and a bag with a continuous infusion set to last me several days depending on how high I ran the dose. I also got sent home with a wedge pillow for elevating my leg and a cooler that holds ice water and connects to a special ankle wrap that fills up with that ice water to help keep the swelling down. I was told I could only get up 15 minutes each hour and the rest of the time my leg has to be elevated above the heart until my follow-up appointment.

One nice surprise I found with my discharge instructions was a card signed by all the nurses that took care of me and hand-written messages wishing me well. It certainly made me smile. I’m looking forward to getting the details of my procedure at my follow-up appointment; I was so out of it after surgery that my surgeon had to go into his next case and couldn’t talk to me. All I know is what he told my family, but I want to know more.

So, until then, I hope everyone has a good week!

: My nerve block “balls” that were filled with local anesthetic. It was amazing not to be in pain when I woke up.

Introductions Are In Order

On December 8, 2018December 9, 2018 By LeraIn Cycling, Surgery2 Comments

bike lights — Riding at night is so much fun.

Cycling is my absolute favorite activity. That’s what I plan to focus a lot of this blog on, but for the next several months I want to chronicle my recovery from Achilles tendon surgery, both for myself and for anyone who can benefit from it. I hope to share tips that others in the same situation can use because I’m basically going in blind.

FSCN3349 — *My favorite place to ride past.*

I’ve had insertional Achilles tendonosis for the past year and a half. It’s definitely been a drag. I’ve tried everything to treat this, but nothing’s worked. It’s been quite the journey to this point. I started seeing a podiatrist a little over a year ago, and from there I spent the months of November 2017-March 2018 in a combination of a walking boot, then a hard cast, then a boot again until it got worse, then a cast again and several weeks off work. The best thing the doctor I was seeing at the time did for me was finally having me try physical therapy. Until I started therapy, I was too sore to even want to try cycling, but after a couple of weeks, I was back on my bike again. I did therapy for 9 weeks, and while I improved 60-70%, the progress stalled and I was still in pain every day. It was also still a struggle to make it through a work day (I have a job where I’m on my feet all day). The therapist that I worked with recommended a different doctor to me after the podiatrist told me there was nothing more wrong with me and to come back as needed.

Switching doctors was the best move I could have made. I’ve been under the care of an orthopedic surgeon since June of this year, and it’s been a good experience. I appreciate that my surgeon didn’t rush me into surgery right away. He had me get an MRI done, which my first doctor didn’t deem necessary, and it revealed quite a lot of damage. He told me my tendon looks like it belongs to someone twice my age. With that information in mind, he told me I could try bracing again, but it would only have a 60% chance of working, or I could do surgery, which has an 80% chance of working. I wanted to avoid surgery as long as possible, so I tried the brace again, but it didn’t work and surgery was my only option left. So, after all this time, I have to do surgery after all. I know that it may not work, but I’ve been praying. If I put the time and effort into recovery and rehab, I feel certain it will be fine.

My surgery is set for December 11. My surgeon is going to take my Achilles tendon off my heel bone, clean up the damage, reattach it, and do a lengthening procedure. I won’t be able to put any weight on it at all for ten weeks, and then it’s going to be aggressive physical therapy after that. I don’t know when I can cycle again. The only thing I know for sure is that I won’t be doing 30+ mile rides for a long time. It’s going to be slow to get back into it. It’ll be even longer before I can play tennis again. I haven’t played tennis since my tendon first started hurting because I can’t even run thirty seconds without feeling pain. Cycling was my only option left for outdoor activities, and thankfully it’s something I’ve always loved. I’m hoping to challenge myself and do some shorter bike events, and a 5k at some point during 2019, but the soonest that’s likely to be is summer or fall.

I hope you will join me on this wild ride we call life. If you have any tips for me or any experiences you want to share, please do! I always love reading the comments on my blogs! I plan to update this at least once a week, so check back soon!

catcast — *My cats loved it when I was in my cast earlier this year. Can’t say I felt the same way.*

Life's A Ride

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