Winding Down To The Slow Down - Foot Surgery

Week One and Two:

May 31, 2014, swimming with my grandson

May ended with a wedding, some dancing, swimming with my grandson, plus any & everything I could think of to do that required me to be on my feet.  Having the foresight that June 1^st and June 2^nd would be the only two days that I would have left to do ANYTHING physical (one of those days was a work day and voice class,) so I was gone from 7:15 am and didn't get home until 10:15 pm. I made the most of both days.

Before surgery, after surgery

After fasting the evening of June 2^nd, I welcomed June 3^rd, the day of my surgery, with unusual calmness.  It was a beautiful sunny day, the sky was blue and I was glad I did not have to report to the hospital until 11 am.  That additional time allowed me to drive my older-younger brother (who is also on crutches) to the VA Hospital to have his cast removed.  Eight weeks earlier, he had had Achilles tendon repair. I still can't figure out HOW can you rupture that tendon stepping off of the curb at the gas pump while pumping gas - the world will never know....

06032014 Last selfie of the day

I drove home with my other older-older brother who would assist me the rest of the day before, during and after my procedure.  On the norm, my only sister would be my “Surgery Road Dog” but this time, she had to work and it was either my mother (who would make my blood pressure elevate) or my brother (who understood that silence is the best medicine)  - I opted for the latter. He has very little text/social media savviness…I was thankful for the help.  We arrived at the hospital ahead of schedule; being the control freak that I am, I drove and made him wait in the car so I could go inside the hospital to make sure I was in the right place.  I got checked in and prepped for surgery by 11:45am.  Then I was wheeled into surgery at 12:02 pm, that was the time displayed on the clock or it could have been 12:10 because the minute hand was on the number 2.  With the Schedule II drugs flowing through my veins, I made conversation with all three of my anesthesiologists (they all were Smoking HOT) before drifting off to sleep singing “Nada te Turbe.”

Legged propped above my heart
watching 2014 NBA Finals

I woke up to find a physical therapist; who looked like the “plump” Kenny Rogers, giving me instructions on how to use my crutches.  I felt like I had been drinking for hours and just wanted to sleep – NOT get up to redress to leave with a 10 pound boot and crutches that I used to close the curtain in the hospital.  Peeping out of my right eye, to block the bright light from hitting my eyes, I could still make smart alec remarks (still under anesthesia), I told therapist when he returned, “I hope you know that I will not retain ANY of what you are describing,” the only thing I remembered was to store my crutches upside down, so that they will NOT fall down.

2 flower arrangements I received.

I received 2 sets of flowers from my employer because they forgot I am allergic to them.

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