It wasn't much of a problem yesterday - I just propped the leg up on a wastepaper basket when I needed to, and spent most of the day stretched out on the bed, and I didn't bother getting dressed since I wasn't going anywhere. And, with the help of Motrin, I could sleep just fine last night.
But today? Getting into and out of the shower was a bit of a challenge, but I managed. Getting into and out of the car that took me to work was also a bit of a challenge, but I managed that, too. My leg can bear weight, after all. It just can't *bend*. So I can swing it around carefully. I have to take stairs one at a time, and the cane helps, but I can do them, if slowly.
The real problems? Getting dressed. To be precise, putting on footwear. I had to ask Jonathan to put on my left knee-high and shoe. I'm just grateful I'm not wearing tights this time of year. And he'll have to take them off tonight, too.
Also, it's really tiring sitting here with my foot braced against the back of my desk. Time to shift to a different position.