Right now my foot and the rest of my body seem to be a bit at odds with each other, which is probably no surprise given the blame-game or credit-grabbing they are each involved with in regards to the accident.
Foot is like "took one for the team, dude".
Body is like "what the hell were you doing up here when you belonged down there?"
This simple illustration is the best way I can describe it.
When the foot is wrapped in the cryo-cuff or Ice Boot as Diego likes to call it, and propped up on a fluffed-up pillow, it is all chill and relaxed, but my body is aching to get out of bed and get vertical and moving.
When I'm up on the crutches working out like Mr. Pogo-Stick, my foot is hanging low and swelling up, and is like "you're going to pay for this ignominy".
Hence my daily routine consists of the healing cycle, since I've got to make nice with both constituencies as you can imagine!
In the immortal words of Rodney King: "Can't we all just get along?"