I had foot surgery on Friday. On both feet. Yes, it hurts. There is little that is normal or enjoyable about going in for surgery. In my life, I’ve had a grad total of 11 surgeries. Ironically, I have really healthy genes. I’ve just need a few re-adjustments. I don’t like the gowns, the bracelets, the crappy sheets, the crappy artwork, the cold people and the weirdos who whistle down the hall. I don’t like it if I wake up and see an empty chair beside me. My feet needed to be rid of bunions (yeah, not hot) on the inside and outside of each foot. They had formed because my outer 5th little toes had turned outward, causing a shift away from normal alignment, if you will. Dr. Burns re-set those little bones and secured them with titanium screws. So now I have titanium screws and plates in my face and in my feet. I’m like the bionic woman. Since the surgery, I’ve had a revolving door of attentive nurses. Christina was my driver to the hospital and later broke me out when it seemed they were holding me hostage. Lauren took the night shift, dutifully changing my ice packs every 2 hours and monitoring my crawl to the bathroom. Mary was literally by my side all day Sunday, in bed with me while she suffered back spasms. Scott visited, bringing a fancy lightbulb for my bedside lamp and bubbly water. Max, the dog, has been by my side for every crawling adventure (to the bathroom or down the hall to the living room). He is aware that I am hurting, and also aware that I have crackers… Today, Monday, I am feeling much better. The throbbing and intense pressure has subsided. I am still taking my dilaudids(they make everything great!!!) for fear that there is pain lurking. I haven’t dared take a single step. Just for fun - try going to the bathroom without taking a single step or using your feet. Welcome to my world. (You can’t let your toes touch the ground either, that hurts!) I go to the doctor on Wednesday. He will unwrap my club feet and assess my recovery progress. In the meantime, I am in bed, with my feet up. The ice packs are on, and the fluids are flowing. I am taking a bunch of homeopathic stuff too – I’ll do whatever it takes. I am surrounded by a garden of flowers (thank you loved ones!) and piles of books. I am surprisingly content. If you find yourself in the neighborhood, please visit. My schedule is wiiiide open.

I had foot surgery on Friday. On both feet. Yes, it hurts.

There is little that is normal or enjoyable about going in for surgery. In my life, I’ve had a grad total of 11 surgeries. Ironically, I have really healthy genes. I’ve just need a few re-adjustments. I don’t like the gowns, the bracelets, the crappy sheets, the crappy artwork, the cold people and the weirdos who whistle down the hall. I don’t like it if I wake up and see an empty chair beside me. My feet needed to be rid of bunions (yeah, not hot) on the inside and outside of each foot. They had formed because my outer 5th little toes had turned outward, causing a shift away from normal alignment, if you will. Dr. Burns re-set those little bones and secured them with titanium screws. So now I have titanium screws and plates in my face and in my feet. I’m like the bionic woman.

Since the surgery, I’ve had a revolving door of attentive nurses. Christina was my driver to the hospital and later broke me out when it seemed they were holding me hostage. Lauren took the night shift, dutifully changing my ice packs every 2 hours and monitoring my crawl to the bathroom. Mary was literally by my side all day Sunday, in bed with me while she suffered back spasms. Scott visited, bringing a fancy lightbulb for my bedside lamp and bubbly water. Max, the dog, has been by my side for every crawling adventure (to the bathroom or down the hall to the living room). He is aware that I am hurting, and also aware that I have crackers…

Today, Monday, I am feeling much better. The throbbing and intense pressure has subsided. I am still taking my dilaudids(they make everything great!!!) for fear that there is pain lurking. I haven’t dared take a single step. Just for fun - try going to the bathroom without taking a single step or using your feet. Welcome to my world. (You can’t let your toes touch the ground either, that hurts!)

I go to the doctor on Wednesday. He will unwrap my club feet and assess my recovery progress. In the meantime, I am in bed, with my feet up. The ice packs are on, and the fluids are flowing. I am taking a bunch of homeopathic stuff too – I’ll do whatever it takes. I am surrounded by a garden of flowers (thank you loved ones!) and piles of books. I am surprisingly content.

If you find yourself in the neighborhood, please visit. My schedule is wiiiide open.