kit kat, redux

Today, I finally got my boot off! I was prescribed this (much smaller and more manageable) ankle brace, but also told that I probably didn’t really need to use it unless I was doing something that required my ankle to have some extra support. My x-ray films are clean – no more apparent fracture on the film, although you can see some scar tissue. The doctor said that was expected. He also said that it actually takes 4-6 months from the time of injury for the area to fully heal up i.e. full on collagen cross-linking and scar adhesion dissolution. But even before then, with regular exercise, I should see vast improvements in mobility and flexibility. Right now, my biggest issue is really that my ankle is stiff. Now that I have the go ahead though, I’ll have to start working out so my right leg can stop being so absurdly puny. I can also start wearing right-footed shoes again.

Not much else is going on here. I was mostly awaiting this day and killing some time until it came. I’ve been talking to the Boy regularly, which is really such a nice luxury. Training is going rather too slowly for his liking. There seems to be a lot of frustration and inefficiency with how the training system is set up. But knowing the Boy, I’m sure that he’ll revolutionize it or something equally as dramatic before he leaves. He’s gotten to teach a bit already, to test the waters while supervised, and it sounds like he’s had very rewarding experiences. I still find it amazing that so many other countries (I would venture to say most), including Uganda, still teach by rote instead of by critical thinking. So the cultural barrier is the hardest one to overcome, since we expect our students in the states to participate and speak up in class. This kind of behavior isn’t usually encouraged in many other countries, so some of the children the Boy was working with were intimidated by the idea of having to respond in class. Sounds like he’s enthusiastic about tackling this challenge though.