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Do you have a little rotator at the ankle too? I just love mine. If you don't have one, you might want to ask your prosthy about it. It means that you can pivot a bit at the heel w/o moving your foot which is awesome when you have no pivot at the knee and very few of your rotator muscles left at your hip (you might be blessed with a few more of those that I have, tho, depdending on your style of amputation).


Actually, you see that blue ball quite a ways above my ankle? (You can't tell because of the photo angle, but it's about 5" above the cuff of my shiny pink cosmesis.) I will write more about the blue thingy another time, because it is worthy of its own post, but it is both a shock absorber and a rotator (and it comes with its own spiffy little air pump so I can adjust the flexibility myself). And yes, it is very, very cool.

My hip muscles have not been compromised by amputation at all, but in my previous mechanical leg, I would always run into situations where those or other muscles wanted to go one way and the leg wanted to go another, and the suction socket always meant that the leg won (which is really the safest choice, I guess). I run into far fewer of those situations now, because now the whole system has more give in several directions, and that is just WAY more comfortable.


So cool. Engineers rock.


BLC, you're right, they do! And they're pretty cute, too, in my experience. ;)

The coolest thing about something like this for me is how many people over how many generations contributed to it. Yes, this has some of the latest innovations available within the limitations of the strictly mechanical, but precisely because it is made only of springs and screws and pneumatics and hydraulics in different kinds of materials, it's hardly the inspired work of just one genius at a solitary drawing table. Many geniuses, and many other amputees before me, contributed to what I'm walking around on, one way or another.

And this is just more of the kind of legacy I talked about in the last post, how many people have made us who we are today, and how diverse were their walks -- literally, in my case, their walks -- of life. It's boggling and wondrous.

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