Well, I made it through my NINTH foot surgery. This surgery was quite different from the previous ones. My doctor wasn’t exactly sure where I had ripped my tendon, and had a plan A, B, and C depending on where the tear was. Fortunately, he was able to go with plan A, which was the simplest.
I’m not going to say that this is the simplest recovery though.
|Tendon re-attachment surgery|
This looks like hurts, right? Yah, I thought so too.
While I had a great pre-op nurse, and a fabulous doctor, my recovery nurse was just a big, fat meanie.
Actually she was small and skinny. But that didn’t sound right.
I distinctly remember her saying around three times (which means it was probably more like six times, given my drugged state) that I had had surgery and it was “supposed to hurt.” She guaranteed that I would not be “pain free,” and would need to “learn” to accept it.
I’ve had eleven surgeries in my life and this was the first time I’ve ever had such a bumbling idiot for a recovery nurse. She didn’t ONCE ask me what my pain was on a scale of 1-10 which is supposed to be the STANDARD question they ask you after a surgery.
Everyone knows this. Heck, they ask you this after you have your wisdom teeth pulled.
She also lectured me on the proper use of crutches. Not just a word of advice. No. A five minute speech.
People, I could have a Ph.D. in crutching. If anyone knows how to do it, it’s me. I’ve even mastered the rare art of dancing with crutches. It’s a beautiful thing, folks.
Can you tell I’m a little resentful towards the old
I had a rough day yesterday, and this morning started out pretty bad. Until I doubled up on the good stuff. My doctor said that the RA will complicate the recovery and probably cause more pain.
Ode to joy.
I’m gonna be in a cami walker for 6-8 weeks, and will use a wheelchair for anything that requires strenuous walking.
My life has been on an unamusing “repeat” mode for about ten years with this stinkin’ foot. This is something I drew in my journal back in the day. I feel like the same girl. Shorter hair. Saggier boobs.
|“Stuck in the house while everyone else is out having fun. 7-24-03”|
I remember that that was the summer all my friends (and boyfriend, Matt) went to camp and I had to stay home. Matt had flowers sent to me. He’s always been so great at the whole taking-care-of-me thing.
I have to say that is probably one of the only perks to having multiple surgeries. I get to have my hubby feel all sorry for me and pamper me. Aww shucks. He might act out of the small fear of being nailed with an airborne crutch, but still.
And my Dad always gets me a pig cookie
|Do you SEE the little cast?? I pretty much died when I saw it.|
And everyone calls me, and checks up on me, and prays for me, and visits me, and tells me that they love me.
Yes. Recovery is some pretty rough business.