After a few weeks of having the leg dressing free, I’ve now moved into compression. I think the idea is to ensure the blood pressure stays constant whilst the leg continues to heal. However, I’ve been like a bear with a sore head with these.
I don’t like anything touching my legs at the best of times, even some pairs of trousers are too abrasive on my damaged skin, so to have something akin to an elastic band all the way down the legs gives me constant pain. Not the sort of pain that you get when your leg explodes, but the uncomfortable pain akin to someone squeezing a burnt limb really tight. My nerve endings are firing off all the time and as a result, I’m not the most pleasant person to be around.

The smallest things set me off. I’m irritable and snappy so have warned those people close to me to keep a wide berth.
I have to put on what I am calling my torture legs as soon as I get up in the morning and take them off last thing at night. Just getting them on is an art form, it feels like putting on a really strong elastic band. My torture legs may have been custom made, but they were custom made to give me the maximum amount of discomfort. And worst of all I’m to be in these for at least 6 months. I loathe getting out of bed at the moment!
As a result, I am taking sadistic pleasure in ensuring that whatever the pain, they are not going to stop me from walking. The heat due to the weather we’ve been having of late, is a different matter.