Great news: the doctor said I’m healing beautifully! Woot! More on that later…
Sleeping has been a lot better the past few nights and I’ve been feeling some more itchiness under the bandages, indicating that my incisions are healing! I’ve been taking half-pills of Vicodin every 4-6 hours to take the edge off since I’m done with Prednisone and the swelling is usually what is making me hurt the most. Oh, my doctor called a couple days ago about the missing antibiotics and said I would be okay with the amount I was given.
I have obviously been doing a whole lot of sitting and laying around with my feet up, and therefore have watched my fair share of television. On Saturday, I watched a Love It or List It marathon on HGTV for hours; I swear, I can probably flip a whole house myself with all of these shows I watch! That night, my mother-in-law and I watched the Imitation Game starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Keira Knightley. I definitely recommend it because it was so good! It wasn’t a stuffy, slow moving intellectual film either! It had humor and moved a really good pace, just fast enough to keep you on your toes but not so fast that you felt dumb watching it.
Sunday morning, I watched CNN news with the family because I’m trying to be more knowledgeable and aware of current affairs and politics. What I know (and have known for years) is that Trump is a big jerk and should not be President because he argues like a child, throwing names and rude remarks before intellectual responses. Go figure.
My mother- and sister-in-law were going to Modell’s, so I threw on my super cute sandals and they helped me to the car. I got pushed around in a wheelchair as transport which made me feel helpless and like a spectacle, but who cares? It felt great to get out, but by the time we got back home my feet felt like they had blown up and it was really uncomfortable. I sat in the backseat with my feet up across the seats, but it just wasn’t high enough to ease the swelling. I watched Pitch Perfect for the first time , too – it was good, except for the 1,420,852 commercials. Thanks, ABCFamily.
Tom came back out to Long Island that night so that he could take me to two doctor’s appointments today; I don’t think I would trust myself to drive still. One of them was a post-op for my feet to redress the bandages and make sure everything was going okay. I had to hang on to Tom for some balance walking across the parking lot; you don’t realize how slow you’re going until you are in a parking lot and it feels like it takes forever to get to your destination. It wasn’t even that far of a walk, but in my current state it felt like a mile.
The receptionist was surprised at how well I was walking into the office, telling me it was a great sign! Dr. Weisenthal took care of me during this visit. When he finally took off the bandages, it was gross but felt really good but also uncomfortable. It felt nice airing my feet out, and I could see that they were visibly straighter and narrower, but this refreshing feeling was quickly gone as he got to cleaning them up. This part hurt. Not the spray part because that was nice and cool. The rubbing and scrubbing and scraping part was what got to me.
I didn’t expect him to be super gentle as it’s easier to just do it and get it over with; it’s like ripping off a band-aid. And obviously I’ve been babying my feet, avoiding any slightly rough touch. And by rough, I mean barely-there. I figure it’s better that the doctor does it because he knows what to do if anything goes wrong slash he knows what not to do so that nothing will go wrong.
The big toe on my right foot felt like Jello, and every movement made it wiggle unnaturally. He said that’s normal as my toe was broken during surgery, but that didn’t help the weird feeling. I almost passed out though from the pain, the jiggly big toe, and the sight of my bruised feet, so he had to lower the back of the chair and give me a cool paper towel for my forehead. I was fine shortly after that, thank goodness.
Once the tootsies were cleaned up, he said they looked great. Minimal bruising has occurred around my toes, and my ankles aren’t swollen, so he dressed my feet without wrapping the bandages up and around my ankles. He walked me through the dressing process so that I can do it myself if I want/need to between now and my next appointment (next Monday).
I did mention to him that the middle toes on my right foot are a lot more raised than they should be; that’s why the tendons were cut because they were being pulled pretty high back. He said it was normal since I’ve been walking more on the outsides of my feet to overcompensate for any pain and that they’ll fix it as we go. Probably through stretching or something once they are a bit more healed. He gave me two little foam pads that attach to my middle toes with a little hole in the middle so that they are supported and I can walk a little flatter when I wear shoes.
My feet feel much lighter and actually much better since he redressed them with fewer bandages. They still swell up when I don’t keep them elevated, so walking and standing really hurts after awhile. Last night, I even ate dinner at the table like a normal human being! Although I bet more human beings eat on the couch nowadays, but I digress. My feet were screaming at me by the time I hobbled back to the living room couch, but it was worth having a more social dinner. I’m glad that I’m getting better and that I’m progressively doing more and more normal stuff, but it’s still nowhere near where I want to be. Obviously.
What I’ve realized with this surgery versus others I have had is that going under local versus general anesthesia was nice because I didn’t spend the next few days constantly feeling drowsy. However, since my feet are what I had done, even though my brain and every other part of my body is up and ready to party, my feet are the dictators of if and when and how I do things. It’s a real buzzkill. But I can’t complain because I chose to do this and it will be worth it in the end!
Also, I have to give a huge shout-out to my in-laws who have been nothing but hospitable to me through this surgery (and practically all summer!), letting me recover on their couch. I could not imagine trying to recover back in Brooklyn, having nowhere to go within hobbling distance!