It’s been three months since I had my ankle surgery and my life is slowly returning to normal. Here’s what’s up on the ankle front.

My foot no longer looks like it belongs on the Stay-Puffed marshmallow man. The swelling has decreased dramatically and is now confined to the area surrounding my ankle bone.

My scar is a lovely shade of purple-pink. It’s still very noticeable but I’m okay with that since it is no longer open and raw.

I have to wear my awesome ankle brace anytime I go out of the house but I get to take it off when I’m home and I don’t have to wear it to bed. Sleeping without a cast, boot, or brace! It’s absolutely sublime! I also no longer need to keep my foot elevated on pillows at night. Yeah, I can actually sleep again!

I still can’t do any weight-bearing exercises but I can ride a stationary bike (with the brace on) or go swimming. I cycle on the stationary bike about three times a week. I have dearly missed exercise and I’m glad to have it back in my life in any form-even if riding the stationary bike is pretty boring compared to the activities I’m used to doing for exercise.

My left calve is still visibly smaller than my right. It doesn’t jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O gone awry anymore, but its muscle mass is pathetically petite and not quite the right shape. Hopefully, in a couple months it will be back to normal and ready for soccer and snowboarding again.

My handicapped parking pass expires tomorrow. Although I will miss the convenience this pass offered, I’m excited that my foot is well enough not to need it anymore. Jason, on the other hand, is not excited at all about its upcoming expiration. He’s grown rather accustomed to parking remarkably close to everything and doesn’t want to give up his newly acquired laziness. The poor boy won’t be able to profit from my pain anymore-how sad! I almost feel bad for him.

Although the loss of my parking pass troubles Jason exceedingly, he is excited that I will be handing the keys to our new Maxima over to him. The three-month mark means I should be able to drive my manual again. Admittedly, I’m not thrilled to give up the Maxima; it’s incredibly fun to drive. Jas definitely deserves a sweet ride though, so I might shed a few tears, but I will let him have his car back.

Just three more months to go until my ankle, theoretically, should be as good as new!