The blessed day came today, and I’m now a plaster-free zone.
A week or so earlier than schedule, too! An x-ray at the hospital prompted a smile from the doctor – the ankle was 70% healed, he says.
Henry’s Vietnamese, and my best attempt at a winsome look must’ve turned the tables, and he gave the green light.
This means I’ll be able to have a normal shower, without all the palaver of keeping the leg dry, and I’ll be able to go swimming.
Things are looking up for my final month here in the Socialist Republic.