Some inherit blue eyes or auburn colored hair. My daddy gave me his freckles and my mom her height. You could even inherit a boatload of money! One thing that was passed down from my grandmother to my mom and now down to me is the bunion. It used to be thought that you got the ugly knot on your big toe from wearing high heeled pointed shoes. Well, that may help contribute to the pain, but it actually is a genetic deformation of the big toe. The knot is the result of changes in the bony framework of the front part of the foot.
After decades of pain, difficulty of finding shoes, and the knowledge that this would never get better, I decided to have surgery. Yes, I could play tennis, walk and pretend to dance, but at the end of the day I was limping, icing and cringing when the bedsheet would lay on top of my foot. The bending of the big toe into the second toe caused numbness and pain in adjoining toes. My ankle began to have constant pain due to compensating the pain of the front foot. Something needed to be done.
I didn’t make this decision to have surgery lightly. Although I was making it through the day, I also saw what my future looked like in my mother’s feet. The frustration and agony she faces every day in wearing shoes that press on her second toe that has permanently crossed over her third toe and the large bunion that sticks out to the side. Having this surgery meant I would be off my feet for at least two weeks and eight weeks to full recovery. My family would have to make adjustments around the house.
I saw a couple of podiatrists and they both agreed it was time. I scheduled the surgery date and began preparations for being chair/bed bound for a week or so. Not being able to walk around, except to potty and back, was going to get old fast. A friend who had had a hip replacement said she went stir crazy after a few days. Boredom could possibly take over. I decided to make myself an activity box. A box filled with drawing supplies, paper, coloring book, cards to send, embroidery supplies, a puzzle, books to read and my bible journal. I saved up movies and tv shows I wanted to watch. And lucky for you, ideas for blog posts.
Surgery day arrived. At the reception desk, “So, you’re having surgery on your left foot.” No. It is my right foot.
I’m taken back to the pre-op area where I change into the gown. The admitting nurse has me sign a bunch of papers and says “You are having surgery on your left foot, right?” No, it is my right foot. She pulls out a marker and tells me to write “yes” on the correct foot.
The operating Doctor comes by to go over the procedure with Superman and me. He says “Ok, so we’re going to remove the bunion and realign your left foot.” No! It is my right foot! “But it says right here your left foot. You signed the consent form.” Look. All I know is that it is my right foot that needs fixin.
The anesthesiologist comes by to explain how he will send me shortly to never-never land and affirms that it is the left foot I’m having surgery on. (Oh Dear Heavenly Father!) It is my right foot.
I think we’re ready to go. Superman is wonderful. Although things are crazy at work, he lovingly took time off for me.
Surgery went like a textbook procedure. The surgeon cleaned out floating cartledge from the joint, sliced and diced the metatarsal bone and screwed it all back together again. Superman claims I was talking gibberish and asking a thousand times “What time is it?” Me talk gibberish? I seriously doubt it. Talking foolishness and nonsense, yes, but gibberish?
After a little nap, this is the sweet face I see. Sissy has brought homemade soup, bread, and dessert. Another friend, Linda comes in with a beautiful flowering plant and homemade chocolate chip cookies. Margo brought us a yummy casserole. Let’s just say my first afternoon was going just fine. When the doctor said I shouldn’t have any pain, he was right! In fact I felt like could do a little tap dance right there. This was going to be a breeze. I’m thinking the hardest part of recovery will be keeping off my feet. Well then reality hits. In the middle of the night, as I’m limping to the potty, I realize the local has worn off and yes, indeed, there is discomfort. Ouch. The tap dancing and jig will have to be put on hold.
I am so thankful for this walker. I am able to get around without putting weight on my foot. My second day of recovery was a bit more uncomfortable, but sharing lunch with a sweet friend helped me forget about my foot. Flowers from multiple people have cheered me up and brightened my surroundings. Linda came back over to deliver dinner. I am so loved!
As for today, I haven’t left my bed. My guys have been so helpful and loving. My foot is very uncomfortable, but it’s nothing a nap, some meds and ice can’t handle. I appreciate all the prayers and thoughtful comments from so many near and far.