Soooo. A week ago when I said the drugs were kinda working... I was wrong. Apparently that was still just the effects of the pain block. Which wore off last Saturday night. Which left me in sheer agony for days. The throbbing, stabbing, tear-inducing pain finally subsided around Wednesday and left me with a nagging dull ache. In addition to NOT really helping the pain, the meds I was given also made me sick. With or without food. Awesome.
Thursday I went back to the doctor for my first post-op appointment. Bob's mom drove me, thank gawd, because I was unable to leave the office on my own accord... I was wheeled out in my very own wheel chair. You see, I was shown the x-ray of my foot and then the bandages came off. And out I went. Literally. I passed out. Apparently my brain can't handle the x-ray image of the 4 screws holding my foot together, followed by actually seeing the pins sticking out of my bloody, bruised, slightly swollen foot.
Besides my little episode, the appointment went well. There was not as much swelling as I thought there would be. Just a smidge across the top of my foot and in my toes. This, I assume, was the result of having it propped up for 6 days. The next time I go back should be a different story. Since Thursday, I've been "walking" around in my boot. I've been to the grocery store, shopping yesterday (at one store only), and for a walk around our neighborhood. And when I wasn't walking, I didn't have it propped up either...
I go back to work tomorrow. Full time. Sink or swim. All in. It should be mildly entertaining. I'm taking pain pills and crutches with me just in case I should be in need of either. And maybe a "water bottle" filled with some sort of clear liquid with me too. A little vodka never hurt anybody. Kidding. Kinda.
