Not tomorrow, but the next day, I will be without the wooden shoe. I will hang it somewhere as an ornament, and after that I'll have to learn how to walk again. My right foot has become lazy, and I have noticed also that two and a half minutes of any kind of physical activity leaves me in a state of shock.
In short, over the past couple of weeks I have become blob-like and a
sluggardly, and unless I am proactive, a few more days of this and I will be
feeding through a tube attached to the refrigerator. Sounds blissful I know, but
such is theory.