Wesco Boots Confirm Recovery

Flash: this just in!

BHD is wearing Wesco boots again!

Woo-weeeeee!

Why so excited? It's like this: Wesco pull-on boots -- even if made custom -- tend to fit a little tightly on the ankle at the instep. Normal ankles fit into the boots just fine. However, a recently broken ankle (lower fib, I keep having to remind myself), still has swelling that can continue for up to a year (according to orthopedic specialists.)

I had been having that swelling, so I resigned myself to accepting that I can wear only certain boots -- those without a tight instep -- until the swelling continues to go down more.

Back to the Wescos. Do you remember my story of a Wesco Disappointment? I received a cool new pair of tall Wesco harness boots made from two colors of roughout leather on April 1. Since my left leg and ankle was not injured, I tried pulling the left boot onto my foot. Ouch! It wouldn't fit. The boot was made wrong.

I knew at the time that there would not be any way that I could wear a Wesco pull-on boot on my right leg, but since the left wouldn't fit, it didn't matter. I shipped the boots back to Wesco and with the help from my friend Mike of Stompers Boots, we convinced Wesco that they goofed up and the boots had to be remade.

I received the new boots on May 24. I knew at first glance that the boot shafts were wider, which was the main reason that the pair that I received on April 1 did not fit. I pulled off the boots that I had on my feet and pulled on the left boot first, then gingerly tried pulling on the right boot. It came right on! No pain! No problem! WOO-HOO! I am Wesco booted again!

This is a damn good sign that my recovery continues to progress well. I will know that I am absolutely 1000% recovered when I can wear my Dehner patrol boots. Those boots have the tightest instep of all. Once I get them on, I'm golden. (healed, fixed, recovered, whatever....)

N.B.: These burgundy/brown roughout Wesco boots aren't for everyone. I've had a "boot intervention" threatened by three close friends, including my eighth brother. No worries, I'm older, wiser, and more adventuresome while they're boring in their booted blandness.

Life is short: celebrate victories measured through your boots! (giggle)