On the mend. Feels like two steps forward three steps backwards.
I was just getting the hang of wearing my stylish boot when WHAM, I’m back to a wrapped up ankle. When I went to the Doc to have the 31 staples removed, my buddy, Joey the tech, x-rayed my ankle. This time it was apparent the “tip” of the tibia was not reattaching — despite being “screwed on” with not one but two screws.
Other Half had begun to suspect something was not healing quite right. He suspected this because a couple of weeks after surgery my whining was increasing rather then decreasing. Not a good sign. I’m not usually a whiner, but when even the sheet touching your ankle brings tears to your eyes, something is wrong.
We told the Doc about the increased pain level. He took an extra long look at the x-ray and said I needed a revision surgery. What? That’s not what I wanted to hear. My face went white and my voice got shaky. “A revision surgery????”
He nodded.
It took a few minutes, but I composed myself and scheduled the surgery. Then I cried all the way back to the Big Rig.
The surgery was Tuesday. He replaced the two sort of long screws with two extremely long screws. The x-rays freak me out a bit, but as long as it works, I’m okay with it.
This time I have to go a week without putting any weight on my left foot. They added crutches to my gimp equipment. They also gave me a different pain med. I’m trying to keep the pain meds down to a dull roar. I don’t need to get myself addicted to anything in the process of healing my ankle.
The night before surgery we had our friends, Mike and Donna Kuper, www.FlyingtheKoop.com, over to meet our friends Ray and Kathy Crabtree. Ray and Kathy are originally from Ohio but now live in Portland, Oregon.
Before my clod gene incident, we had big plans to “vacation” in San Diego with Ray and Kathy. They are here for two weeks and have been super helpful since I’m laid up. I’m not a person that is used to being waited on. It’s not my favorite. Other Half has been doing well caring for me, but we’re both happy to get a break.
Our dinner party was perfect, except for the no alcohol part for me. Ray and Kathy grilled homemade kofta and brought a salad. Donna brought an orzo side dish. Other Half and I basically provided a place to congregate.
Our evening was great fun. We are looking forward to the three couples meeting up in the Portland, Oregon area over the summer. I plan to be setting step count records on my FitBit by then.