My mind is a war field it seems. I’m sure others can commiserate with me on this. Torn between pain and remission it seems. The pain came from the sutures and staples taken out of my foot today. It was a sharp cutting pain that hasn’t gone away. If it wasn’t enough pain to have the sutures and staples yanked out, just seeing my foot was enough to make me dizzy and somewhat faint. My foot though completely bloated was bunion free. After seeing that my mind went numb I just can’t put emotion on how I felt… thankful? Definitely. shock? Especially. utter grief? Indubitably. Maybe, what I feel about it is just a mixture of those. I’m very thankful that I may have a real chance at an active life after this with fewer limitations.
After my painful encounter with tweezers and other doctors tools for taking my sutures and staples out my foot was wrapped again in gauze and cast. It’s blue. Which apparently is cheerful, but honestly, I don’t think if it was rainbow it would make me cheerful to be hauling my leg around in 5 extra pounds of cast and gauze. Just my opinion.
When he did put the cast on to cement it he used hot water. Which let me tell you, burned somethin’ fierce on my leg.
I slept 8 hours today. That’s crazy. I never sleep that much. I think the shock and on the way home pain caused me to be such a lazy bone. I did stay up till midnight reading so that might explain part of it. And I didn’t have any coffee today. Traveling and pain really wears a girl out though.
Well, for now, my friends keep your chin up and look toward a brighter future. Short-term sacrifice for a long-term gain.