Itchy Toes

The clock is ticking on this creepy cast. It will be 10 weeks of this dreadful thing on the 19th of this month!! Can I just say Hallelujah?!!!

When you don’t have the ability to scratch your foot for MONTHS on end, you get very, very….*ahem* creative with solutions to a wild itch.

I was absolutely told specifically, NOT to try to scratch my foot with a hanger.  But I absolutely told them specifically not to make it so tight around my toes. So there you go.

Looks like nobody is minding anybody around here.

Tick….tick….tick….

Total Foot Re-do

Can I just say…OW?!!

Fifteen years ago, I dropped a bookshelf on my foot and crushed it. Being an uninsured, single mom, I had no way of getting it fixed at the time. Sooooo–over the years, having a misshapen, smashed foot made me walk funny, which ended up wrecking both my knees. I had the first knee replaced in April, the second one in June.

Well, last Thursday, the medical folks reconstructed my whole left foot. The doctor told Rhen that he ended up doing seven different surgeries on that poor foot in five hours.

He said he took off my heel and screwed it back on, pinned my big toe back together, replaced the tendon in my arch, lengthened my calf muscle and fused my ankle.

Gross. Some things you just don’t want to know–right? Yuck.

Well, we left the next day.  I’m at my daughter’s house now for a week learning how to hop on one foot. Non-weight bearing cast for 6 weeks and a boot after that. Doc swears I’ll love my life in about a year. I can only wonder what that means.

Yeah, my foot hurts but I’m trying to be a sturdy mountain woman, using my oils and whatever concoctions my sweet daughter gives me. Haha–so far, it’s working.

My kids are taking good care of me.

One Knee Down

One week out from knee surgery and doing great!. I have so much help and kindness. My kids and their kids are the best.

If you’re brave–check out that awesome knee! No bruising what so ever!

Cool. Cool.

View From The Inside

I woke up feeling pretty perky. Embarrassingly so. Apparently, I told the doctor all about my natural pain killing methods that involved piping a few layers of Frangipane under my knee cap to make it nice and cushy. Good. Grief.  They should definitely muzzle a chick on pain meds. No question.

I couldn’t really see my knee because it was all wrapped and covered most of the time. So, there was nothing to do but to focus on the food. Haha. Believe it or not it was great.

They had me get up and stand real soon after I woke up, then walk over to a chair sit. It wasn’t painful but it was very scary. On day two a therapist came in and walked me all around the nurses station. Still being on medication from the original surgery made me think I was really brave and tough, but the nurses told me it would wear off soon and then I would feel it. So, I had Rhen put Frankincense on the bottoms of both feet–so I’d be ready for the sensations that were coming. I wasn’t sure if I needed to hide my “hippie oils” from the medical folks or not. Turns out that one came in and said, “Ahhhhh, frankincense! I LOVE that one!” So, I knew I was going to be fine.

When the feeling came back to my leg– it wasn’t any big deal AT all. The oil prepping was doing just what I’d hoped.

Yay! New knee!