Healing Up

So ... I had foot surgery on April 13th. My last post spoke of it, but I was so doped up on meds, it probably doesn't make sense!

We thought it was just a simply ganglion cyst removal. Welp, when I came out of surgery they told me it wasn't a cyst but it was filled with blood and they didn't really know what it was. And OH, by the way - here's some crutches and stay off your feet for a week, don't change the bandage for at least five days, and here's some Percocet cause it's gonna hurt.

Saturday and Sunday of that week were a BITCH. I was in so much pain I pretty much stayed drugged on Klonopin and Percocet so I could sleep. Percs didn't make me sleepy, they made me high as fuck and it gave me headaches so I took the K-pins to sleep. Rest of the week was okay, didn't do much, slept a lot. Went back to work this past Monday after being out for six freaking days, had my first post-op appointment tonight.

Turns out it was a ruptured blood vessel. Which, apparently he knew that SOMETHING had happened to the blood vessel when he closed my foot up cause the whole point of crutches for a week was because he didn't want my putting pressure on the foot and rupturing those sutures in the vessel. So he thinks that somehow the blood vessel got injured and then the injured part swelled and that's what was bulging out of my foot. So basically, what they cut out of my foot was the injured part of the vessel but they didn't know that at the time of surgery. They thought maybe it was a tumor or something. So they took it out, stitched the vessel closed, sent the part they removed to pathology, and here we are.

Unfortunately, they don't know WHAT caused it. I don't remember any trauma or injury and I would think that I would have had to have bruised my foot pretty badly for it to have happened. Since we don't know what caused it, we can't be 100% sure that it won't happen again or that it won't happen in the other foot. So much fun, right? Stitches are out though and in a few days I can stop bandaging it and give it a good cleaning. It's super bruised and there are still marks on it from the surgery pen.

Pre-Surgery:

Post-Surgery:

the perils of foot surgery.

Day ... five of laying in bed like a lazy ass. Stupid frigging foot surgery. I should have known that this would happen. It always does. First, the surgery was delayed four hours. (OMG I was so frigging starving!) and then it turns out that it wasn't a ganglion cyst like they thought, they don't know what it is so it's been sent to pathology, and oh by the way ... you have three times as many stitches as we thought you were going to have and you're going to be on crutches for the next ten days. Not to mention the excruciating pain and the being unable to put pressure on my foot.

Luckily, I have wonderful parents who make food for me or else I would starve to death. My brother was wonderful though. He took me in for the surgery and brought me back home and fed me and made sure I had my meds and he even carried me through Walgreens to get my meds so I didn't have to use said stupid crutches. Percocet? I highly recommend it. Seriously. So good.

But I had feeling dependent on people and I hate having to hop, on legged, into the bathroom and then back from the bathroom and being exhausted and needing a nap because it takes SO much energy to move around. And I have to be back to work on Monday, healed or not, cause someone else is already out on Vacation. I might be napping instead of eating come lunch time. Stitches come out Wednesday, though, hopefully so I hope there's more progress between now and Monday.

Now I'm off to eat my yummy bagel sandwich consisting of ham and cheese that my daddy made me so I don't starve to death.