So, tomorrow, I’m off to surgery.
A “Bunionectomy with Osteotomy and fixation,” the Podiatrist said. Bunions … ugh, I feel about 900 years old just saying that out-loud. Something to do with heredity and strappy heels. Crap. All those hot little “Candies” (shoes) I’ve adored since my teens have come back to bite me in the … toe.
So what’s in my future? A surgery shoe, crutches, handicapped parking sticker, an orthopedic boot, and prescription pain relief. No more than 10 min per hour on that foot for the first week. No driving for 3 weeks.
~ Sigh ~
Have I mentioned our house is multi-level with 7 stairs up (to our bedroom)..7 stairs down (computer/office/other bedroom)..and 6 down again (laundry/game room).
No hopping; au contraire mes amis, I’ve been advised to scoot.
Holy Hell, Batman! Will I have the shoulders of an Olympic Freestyler when this is all said & done?
~ Sigh ~
But, really, here’s the rub … I am going to miss writing my little blog and all of you who stop in with comments and observations. I really will.
Because of where my computer is (desktop not laptop) I can’t get to it easily. That’s probably a good thing; I just love me some technology and not being able to reach it will force me to rest, read, and rest some more. I have a work laptop, but no wireless, so that’s out of reach as well.
I know my guys will be great because their intentions are good; I’ll be tucked, fluffed, and stuffed. I’m doing some cooking and laundry today and I’ve resisted the urge to do it too much because, if I do, I eliminate their opportunity to shine. And they like to shine!
Just like when the hubbs had dental surgery last year (I blogged about it here ), he will care for me. I’ll hear his big feet as he tippy-toes up the stairs to check in on me. I’ll feel his heavy hand when he rests it on the blanket to ask if I’m warm enough. I’ll hear him shoe our elderly, ever-worried dog out of the room. I will sense our boy when he appears near me wondering if I’m ok, and I’ll invite him closer to tell me all about his day.
It doesn’t matter what I eat. It doesn’t matter which blankie I have. None of that matters. What matters is that they will be there.
They will do the best they can, and I will try my best to receive their care openly and gratefully.
I will try to be patient, to use my crutches, stay off my feet, and take the time to heal.
And that, my friends, is why my blog is on pause for now.