During the past few days, I have been reminded of the fragility of my 
comfort level. Between the carbon fiber socket, the spacers and the foot
 component, I am reliant upon a lot of manufactured parts. When 
something is not set up in what I dub "the sweet zone," my gait, the 
length of time I'm able to wear my leg, and my comfort are all 
compromised.
Getting a new leg always produces a mixture of 
emotions. While I'm excited about being able to sport new components and
 a snazzy new chromed socket, I also dread the inevitable and frequent 
trips to my prosthetist's office for minuscule adjustments. No matter 
how comfortable the leg feels at the first fitting, I always end up 
requesting minor changes as I search for ideal comfort. In my quest for 
the sweet zone, I have learned to carry a light schedule the two weeks 
following the delivery of my new prosthesis.  
My new leg felt 
great when I received it last Friday. True to form, I began to notice 
small discomforts as I continued to wear it. By Monday I was back in 
Elliot's office getting an adjustment. Although it initially felt 
better, I suspect that the tweak made the situation worse. By Tuesday I 
was hobbling and Wednesday morning I was back in his office, hoping that
 he could work some wrench magic.
After nearly an hour of trial 
and error, which included creating and adding handcrafted wedges, the 
fit was perfect. I walked out of the office feeling like my prosthesis 
was a natural extension of my leg. The absence of pain is a wonderful 
feeling!
While my leg is perfect right now, I won't be surprised 
if it will need another tweak (or two). My prosthesis is something that I
 depend upon everyday, and although I may be considered picky, I refuse 
to wear something that causes pain. When it comes to my mobility, I am 
not willing to settle. 

 
 
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