Wow, I've not posted since July 5th? I think that's the last post date.
I've been trying to read on what little time I've found to read on. (gee, that doesn't make sense. I mean I've been trying to read blogs when I can, which hasn't been much!)
Trying to recoup.
I'm doing a little better today than I've been doing. (gee, that makes more sense huh? Can you tell I'm now proof reading this post?)
Actually did pretty well after the surgery, but then, I had the pain pump. And didn't have to take my pain meds much. The pain pump was GREAT!
They removed that a week later & took off the bandages to the calf section (mooo - calve. Geez ) of my leg & removed the catheter. So I was happy to see that go as that bandage kept trying to fall off & I kept trying to fix it.
My next appointment was to be for last Wednesday. But over last weekend, I had A LOT of pain! It kind of scared me towards my thinking that maybe I was getting an infection. So first thing Monday morning, I called the docs office & they saw me that morning.
The specialist saw me, (the podiatrist) & removed the remaining bandages. The suture site really looked good. He said the stitches were ready to come out. I said I'd look away. He said that's the best thing to do. It hurt! I am not a wuss about pain, especially in public. Although I'll admit that sometimes I do like to treat myself to a little mental cupcake of being a big baby when I'm alone. How silly is that??
So we discussed my footsey. I asked him why I had so much pain & why I had a dead area where I had no feeling. It was the dead area that scared me most. And I asked him how big the cyst was.
There was no cyst. He said he looked everywhere, but could not find a cyst. But what he did find was extensive scar tissue from the previous surgery, inflamed tissue & engorged blood vessels that all worked together to cause the Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome to return. How lovely. My body decided to bully me! Bad body, BAD! (if you are dieting,stick that on your fridge, it might help)
The dead area, is a small area at the bottom left corner of my right heel. Got that? Good because I get lost, so you might have to remind me.
Why is it dead?
Why don't I have any feeling there, but the rest of my heel feels like it's been in a meat grinder & set in a salt soak? He said he had to remove part of my nerve, so the dead zone is permanent. OK, it's a small area, I can handle that. But it would have been nice to know the day I left surgery so I'd of known what to expect.
Anyhow, he prescribed prednisone for me. Oh goodie. I've taken that before & didn't do well with it. I became a huge green mean monster like the Incredible Hulk! I wanted to eat the world! But I could not eat or beat the world because I was in the bathroom with a full bladder all the time. Ha! But that time when I was taking it, it was for allergies, so I think the allergies combined with the pred made me really grumpy. Oh & the reason for the pred was to try to help prevent the scar tissue from this surgery building up again. He removed the old suture scar, scar tissue, brains & stuff & gave me a new zipper during the surgery.
Back to the pred - I'm not grumpy this time around. (hear that collective sigh from around the world?)
But I do want to eat everything in the world. Except spinach. If you have spinach, no need to worry. I'll leave that alone. Blech. If you have ice cream, then forget it. I'm going to get into it! Be afraid, be very afraid.
See what a grump his has turned me into? (actually, I'm a loon I think).
So anyhow. The foot is coming along, I can do some walking, some driving, but I have to pace myself. If I do too much through the day, my foot complains more than a gorilla that has lost his banana. More than a squirrel that has lost it's nuts. More than a man that can't find the right tool...more than...well, you get the point. But I've forgotten the point. Where was I?
I have to remain in my Fred Hermann boot for another 2 weeks & I think it also eats everything in the world because it seems to gain weight during the day & by the end of the day, it's VERY heavy! Fred Hermann? Who in the hell is Fred Hermann? How bout Fred Munster!? OH I give up. I told you they removed my brains didn't I? I'm pretty sure they did. Or they've fallen to my feet & I keep stepping on them.
This post is why I don't do computer updates or programs late at night. ONe night, I found myself dumping system files when I "thought" I was dumping temporary files....oops. And yay, I'm on meds! I think I can do miracles right now. Is there anything I can do for you??
OK, I think I've about loonied myself out of my mind at this point.
And I've loonied up my ugly orthopedic boot too. And all the medical staff. And now all the bloogers that follow me. Bloogers? That doesn't look right. Haha, aren't you glad I'm not drinking too?
Oh hell, I was going to send pics & stuff, but really, I think I've done myself in & I'm askeered ya'll are calling 911 right this very moment. So I'll send pics tomorrow. Maybe. It's time to say Goodnight Gracie & go to bed. Meds are good. Sleeping is good. When I can accomplish that.
Nerve spasms are NOT good. Sheets touching the footsey are NOT good. Having to get up to use the potty several times a night is NOT good. Have you ever had a nerve spasm? They make muscle spasms seem like childs play. OUCH! And I wish someone would turn the electric fence off on my foot at night. The gremlins are messing with my foot when I lay down. So I stay up as late as possible to avoid them. Then I finally have to give in & let them torture my foot with cattle prods & stuff. Till I pass out.
Anyhow, as goofy as this post might be, I'm posting it. I tried to proff it rsead it more, but my eyes keep crossing & I's a fallin asleep. I tooked me meds...can you ell? tell even? yea, goodnight Gracie (I adore Burns & Allen). Oh boy, I still have to drop my airbed off the overhead bed onto the sofa before I can slither down to sleep. Or maybe I should just slither down to the floor & call it a night! But I'd hurt in the morning....now I'm rambling.
Sorry, I'll post some loverly pics tomorrow. Spent several hours today working on the netbook, but taht's another post all of is[s one. own. I need to qite. quit. Nytol. Sleep well.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ::plop:: - ouch thefloor. Aren't ya'll glad I'm not drinking? I am glad I'm not drinking! :-p
It's like Saturday Night Live in my head!
Sadly, I fell asleep before I hit publish. I woke up wondering how I was going to put this in the mailbox tonight! I am one sick puppy! I really should NOT publish this!! Really. someone stop me...