Oh yes, I remember that duchesse. I started going out once I was able to "walk". I had several volunteers who were willing to drive us places. DS1 especially wanted (needed really) me to collect him from nursery, so I used to hobble round from the car to get him. I got to the point where I only needed the lift and could be dropped off with ds1 for his football/swimming etc. On days where I made these trips, I was exhausted! But I noticed the difference in my mood being able to get out and about.
I was all like "oh, I will never take being able to walk forgranted ever again", but you know what, it's become so normal I don't even think about it any more. There was a long time where I thought about every step.
I also recall the reactions that I got from people when I was out and about. There were the sympathetic smilers, the lets just pretend I didn't see the pg woman on crutches people, there were the ones who gave DH the sympathy smile, especially if I was in the wheelchair in the supermarket. Human nature is very interesting!
I was driving three weeks after I got out of my moonboot. I sat in the driveway for ten minutes pressing in the clutch (was my left ankle) and then went for a wee drive round the estate to see how it was. The freedom was great and it was good to get a tiny bit of normal back, although ds2 was 2 weeks old, so there was no going back to the old normal.
But, I tell you what. Whilst I was on crutches, I managed to get out of a library fine and a parking ticket 
Hope you are all doing ok.