I had a bit of a sneak preview yesterday. It's all looking pretty lovely.
Who would've thought I'd be getting excited over a foot! I had to go and have the dressing changed and was a little apprehensive as she peeled but the layers but once the last layer came off and my foot was exposed I nearly wept. It looked great. It looks like it's healed...and it's all nice and straight and pointing in the right direction.
I called in BH to have a look at the surgeons great handiwork and he peered over my shoulder squinting, exclaimed,
"Is it supposed to look all gory and mutilated? I'd get the Frankenstein boot on quick if I were you. You don't want to scare the kids!"
He asked about the wire in the second toe and how they'd get it out...I stuck my fingers in my ears at that point and chanted "Lalalalalalalalala!" in case I heard the answer.
As I stopped I caught the tail end of BH saying "...suppose they just pull it out!"
The nurse explained exactly what had happened as immediately after the surgery I didn't really take anything in. I'd assumed they'd broken the toes with a hammer, used a sander
and sanded down the bone..all very primitive like. I was surprised and delighted that they'd
moved on from that type of barbaric surgery. What they'd actually done was broke the toes with a hammer, chiselled a V in the bone, put it together with a pin. Chiseled another V somewhere stuck in another pin. Stapled it somewhere, shaved something. The wire sticking out of the second toe was to keep it straight until it set then something would happen to it. I lost track with the first pin as my stomach was heaving ever so slightly.
I told the nurse that I'd been wearing the boot in bed as I have a tendency to flex my toes and feet in my sleep and it seems to stop me doing it with the left one.
"Wear your shoe in bed?" She exclaimed. " It's very unhygenic! You wouldn't normally wear tshoes in bed, would you?"
So I gave it a whirl last night and what did I do? Flexed the foot! So on it'll go again tonight.
I wish I'd taken a picture of the before. I didn't. I've taken plenty of it with the Darco shoe which rocks the foot backwards to the heel so that pressure it only placed on the back part of the foot. I actually quite like it. It's comfortable but I won't be adding it the wardrobe as I've only been given one!
I asked when I could start going out.
"If you do go out then I suggest a chair."
"What sort of chair?" Thinking she meant one of those fold up ones that I could tuck under my arm...which might be a bit difficult as I'm still on crutches!
"A wheel chair."
WTF!! Am I supposed to roam around the village in a wheelchair looking a fraud...I don't think so! So I've been looking into the feasibility of hiring a mobility scooter! We've found one that might suit the whole family. It has a back seat, a basket in the front and I thought we could add a side car so that BH could come along.
Mimi said she'd "Bling it up! " but I'm not too sure of the colour...
Luckily, I've had no pain. I'd been reading horror stories of the amount of pain some have suffered and I can honestly say, hand on heart, I haven't had any.
I've been doing a lot of sitting on my bum with my foot perched on the stool...watching daytime TV (which I've never had the chance to do!) or sitting in the garden under an umbrella watching the dogs and the kids frolic in the garden in this amazing weather. They've been fantastic I can tell you...the dogs I mean! I think they have this innate sense of something not quite right. They've avoided my foot and skirt around me gently. The kids however, haven't seemed to have mastered the art of avoidance and their patience has worn off. They don't see the crutches any-more and twice, each of them have inadvertently trod on my foot! They still think I'm Super-mum and look at me in confusion when I ask them to empty the dishwasher!
Ah well......normality has resumed!