Ok, so we left off waiting...waiting for a second opinion and waiting for more time to pass to decide what to do. We got set up with our second opinion that led to a CT of my foot. The CT of my foot led to surgery on my foot. It seems that even more areas of my foot were out of sorts than what were initially, or even secondarily identified by my first physician. So off to surgery we went...I had a fusion with plate and pin placement on the 12th of January. I am currently going into my fourth week of being non-weight bearing. Which, I must say, is requiring much more patience than I thought myself capable of.
These pictures are from just after my surgery; you can see the pins and plate.
My childhood preacher use to always quote the Proverb "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine" Proverbs 17:22. Even though all that we have been going through has brought many serious moments we have had so many "merry hearts" around us that we have had great healing. We have also had some fantastic laughs at mostly my expense :) I want to share some of the fun!
I should have known going into surgery that I should request to be asleep the entire time and to have a muzzle. They would not be able to intubate me because of my tracheal stenosis issues so I had to have a spinal block. During my preop my nurse was telling me that I was lucky because I would have a certain anesthesiologist (won't name the poor soul) that was quite a looker..she referred to him as the Tom Cruise of the group. I wasn't sure which one she was talking about (I know a lot of them from the hospital) until I saw him. Cue..rolling into the OR...ok, so here it is...yes, he is Tom Cruise cute...but like back in his non-crazy Top Gun days.. She totally should NOT have said that to me though...did she not know that I was going to be drugged in surgery...anything might come out of my mouth! So I got my spinal and he kept me mostly asleep, waking every so often to check on me...they were good drugs but I remember a lot and I also remember not really caring. This of course led to me telling him...and probably the entire OR staff that the nurse had told me he was Tom Cruise cute...Seriously, wow...could have used that muzzle. Guess I will be dodging him if I ever see him in the unit. Totally embarrassing.
My next "merry moments" followed the usage of pain medication. I started trying to wean my meds down and started having quite a bit of pain. These "moments" came in the form of dreams. I know many have heard them but I just have to document them for laughter's sake..and I wish you all could have just sat and watched me because it would have really gave your abs a workout!
Dream #1: I was so happy to drift away from pain and off to sleep this night....It was an awesome dream. I was on a rollercoaster at about age 13ish with my cousins, parents, sister, and aunt. Now, if you know my cousin Brad then you should know the true story of my mom forcing him onto a rollercoaster at Six Flags when we were kids...it was an awful scene and it totally led into my dream. We were riding this terrifyingly terrific coaster that the buggies would detach and it was if you were going to go off the tracks. Brad was screaming like crazy, and then it would do someone elses cart. When it did mine, I of course screamed in my dream and woke up cracking up laughing like you would at the end of the ride. I was doubled over in bed laughing hysterically. It was a fantastic ride and I was ready to go again. Of course I wanted to share the awesomeness with Jason but couldn't get him awake....he missed out on that one! :)
Dream #2: This one was not so fantastic, in fact it was quite terrifying and led to me refusing anymore pain medication. I should let you know my foot was hurting so bad at this time. The stitches were pulling and I could not get comfortable for anything. I know I must have had some good drugs in my system because the munchies led to me dreaming of a Taco Bueno in the middle of the ocean that I ran into to call the coast guard and let them know that there were sharks EVERYWHERE and that they were eating people. I dreamed that there was red blood in the water everywhere and just as I had almost made it out a enormous shark with his razory teeth grabbed onto my leg. I was pulling my leg as hard a I could to get it from his jaws. Blood everywhere, me flailing...I wake, my heart racing, out of breath, trying to pull my leg from my splint. As soon as I got myself under control I woke Jason and had him turn the light on to check the splint, I had loosened it quite a bit. He obviously wasn't as concerned as he looked at me and went to turn the light back off...I said "What are you doing???!!!!!" "This needs checked!" His statement "It's too bright in here" and he lays back down and goes to sleep. So much for him helping that night :) I did end up at the doctor to check it out the next day.
My Shark wasn't as friendly as the "fish are friends not food" Finding Nemo sharks!
1 week down...the day after my shark attack!
The pain is much better now with the exception of when it swells..which means I haven't had it propped up. I am trying very hard to follow orders and let others do things that are normally my job. I have a whole new appreciation for being able to walk and get around...can't wait to be able to do things on my own again.. Especially holding Isaac and putting him, Elizabeth, and Benjamin to bed again. Hopefully only a few more weeks. We have been blessed with so many good people around us and wouldn't make it without any of you! Thank you!
My foot now- going into week 4
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