I’m sure you’re just dying to hear more whining about my foot, right?
Well here’s an update. I hate my foot!!!
My recovery is going waaaaaaay slower than I expected. I went to the doctor last week and got my stitches out and got cleared to start getting up in very small increments. Like 10 minutes at a time. Still can’t do stairs. So I’m still sleeping on the couch. (The couch from you-know-where!)
I tried to take a shower the other day and that was disastrous and ended with me bawling like a baby, so it’s back to baths with my foot propped up on the tub.
The Spinster told me I should put a picture of it on here without the bandages so you all could get the full effect of what I am dealing with, but because every time I look at it, it makes me want to puke, I’ve decided to spare you. Just picture a 4 or 5″ long incision running down my foot, just under the big toe. With lots and lots of swelling and bruising. It looks like Frankenstein’s foot. And it hurts. A lot.
I thought maybe I might get cleared to be able to go to church at least, since I’m just sitting, but the doctor says that I can’t have it down that long. It still has to be elevated with ice on it for the majority of the time. So this new freedom I’ve been granted basically allows me to get up and walk around my house for a few minutes. Yee Haw. I go back to the doctor in 2 weeks. I’m hoping for some major improvements between now and then!!!
AND the weird dreams are returning. Last night I dreamt that my sister took me to the library in Columbus. I had my cane and my bionic woman boot on, so I was moving real slow and she kept walking real fast and leaving me! She even pushed me once!!! I kept saying, “Don’t do that! I’m crippled! Can’t you see that?!” And she would just laugh and run off.
I think I’m finally going over the edge, people.