I struggled to push hard off a smear with that foot for about three months
That's some stamina you've got!
My aftercare consisted of staggering back to car cursing, driving home in pain, spending some time carefully stretching my foot and then going to a monster house party (not literally a house full of monsters I may add). Took massive doses of non-prescribed pain killers at the party which sorted the pain out but caused roughly eight hours of dancing and generally stupid behaviour.
I dread to think what your conception of a respite home would be like Ben.
If only Tom's Roof wasn't up a gully, I could just do footless problems for a couple of weeks. Ah well.