I went to the surgeon for a post-op checkup yesterday.
Out with the last of the packing (something had felt odd in there, and I should have guessed it was packing). Everything seems to be okay, and I see her again in another few weeks; I don't think she'll have had her baby by then. I stopped at my usual pharmacy afterwards for another $100 bottle of antibiotic ear drops, about the sixth I've bought since May.
I'm still stagnating. The foot ulcer that started out as a giant blister on my left heel has shrunken remarkably, but seems to be getting no smaller, holding at about a centimeter by a bit under two, and my podiatrist isn't brimming with great ideas on how to get the healing to complete. Perhaps I need to keep it entirely off the bed when I'm sleeping, but I haven't figured out a way to do that and still get a full night of rest.