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I Fell For You

Today marks 7 days since I went in for foot surgery. It's been an interesting 7 days. Here are the highlights:

Day 1 - Thursday
- Showed up to the hospital exactly on time - only to find my appointment had been moved up and no one bothered to tell me. Consequently, the doctor and I arrived at exactly the same time
- Was momentarily extremely impressed with the hospital gown that hooks in to a never-ending source of warm air before going under
- Spent a pleasant afternoon on a warm beach with crashing waves (which I hope wasn't me drooling)
- Impressed the nurse with my mad wheelchair navigation skills on my post-op potty run
- Made record surgery time by walking (okay, being wheeled out) of the hospital exactly 2 hours and 1 minute after walking in ... approximately
- Realized that allergies to pain meds = no pain meds that work = ouch + vomiting!
- Spent a disgusting amount of time in the chair at my parents' house
- Still made it home (somehow) to sleep in my own bed

Day 2 - Friday
- Spent the entire day in the chair at my parents' house
- Found a precious, albeit illegal stash of meds in my Mom's safe and finally found pain relief

Day 3 - Saturday
- Took my first post-op shower...sitting on a bucket
- Switched things up a bit by sitting half of the day in my chair and the other half in the chair at my parents' house

Day 4 - Sunday
- Went to Sacrament Meeting
- Became horribly aware of how awkward I look using crutches
- Was almost overwhelmed by all the wonderful people in the ward that offered to help me out
- Slept in my chair through the rest of church

Day 5 - Monday
- Started working from home
- Tripped on a dog toy and fell on my bad foot
- Cried like a baby for a really long time
- Recovered enough to spend the evening sitting in the chair at my parents' surrounded by family friends for a fantastic family home evening
- Ate way too much chocolate cake and homemade raspberry ice cream - but felt fully justified as compensation for my earlier pain and suffering

Day 6 - Tuesday
- Passed the post-op follow up with the doctor with flying...or swollen colors
- Watched 7 episodes of Psych
- Went out to eat for lunch
- Got more weird looks at the awkwardness that is me on crutches
- Got a knee scooter - watch out world!

Day 7 - Wednesday
-Wrote this blog...aren't you glad?!

Comments

Baby Sister said…
*sigh* I kept meaning to txt you. I am a slacker friend. So thank you for posting this so I could find out. :) No worries, I will still try to remember to talk to you... ;)
February 16, 2011 at 10:19 AM
kris said…
yes, I am glad and I hope your foot heals quickly. :)
February 16, 2011 at 1:41 PM
Annette said…
YOU HAD SURGERY!?! Kriss! You're supposed to tell me these things! I'm glad that this week has been okay from the sound of this post- but is there anything I can do for you?
Love ya....
February 17, 2011 at 9:57 AM
Kristine said…
You crack me up! I love reading your blog! I hope you are doing better!
February 18, 2011 at 9:45 AM
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