Surgery and recovery

So, I went in for surgery last Friday. It’s a whole lot more painful than I bargained for, and the recovery time is going to take forever. Additionally, it turns out that I’m allergic to high doses of cefadroxil-type antibiotics, so I’ve spent 4 days not able to breathe…that’s been fun. Actually, they don’t know if it’s the anti-inflammatory or the antibiotics, but something shut down my lungs. I’ve quit taking them, but if it doesn’t get dramatically better quickly, it looks like I’ll be spending some time in the hospital getting my lungs aspirated. So, yay.

On the surgery side, it went well. My surgeon is amazing, and the actual operation went quickly and well. I’m having some trouble keeping my foot high enough to keep the swelling down, and despite instructions, it’s just not possible for me to spend all of my time flat on my back with my feet in the air. ;) I had a follow up visit yesterday and the xrays look great, but my foot is still way too swollen and black and blue, and the surgeon put huge compression bandages on top of the surgical dressings, and it’s finally stopped bleeding. (Thank gods. I was getting a little worried about blood loss after 4 days of bleeding, I tell you what.)

Crutches…suck. Crutches especially suck when you’re clumsy, when you’re doped up on painkillers, and did I mention that I can trip over shadows on a good day? Seriously, the 20 years of ballet training that caused this injury did not make me graceful, it just made me balanced enough not to kill myself by walking down the street. ;) Seriously…huge klutz. Huge! Watching me try to get a coffee from the kitchen to the TV room where my “recovery couch” is is almost as funny as watching Laurel and Hardy routines.

The Man has been amazingly good about having a whimpering crybaby on his couch. He’s taking Boy to school in the morning, picking him up in the afternoon, cleaning the house, making dinner, bathing and putting Boy to bed, doing laundry…he’s been just amazing. I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have married such a kind, considerate, caring Man.

And now, I need more painkillers and to raise my foot above my heart again. Hope all is well with y’all!

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