I'm back home - with all my toes still attached. Although we don't think my feet match anymore!
Please forgive this indulgent post (although maybe all blogging is self indulgent?), but I wanted to record this event in my life.
As the hospital that was carrying out my operation was a couple of hours drive away, Mark and I stayed at the "lodge" the night before as I had to be at hospital for 7am.
Matt had a quick practice with his new putter on the way to his friends house where he was staying the night. We bought him the new club as a reward for all his hard work in preparing for his GCSE's. We were keen to reward the hard work rather than the results - although I hope he does get the results he deserves!
It was rather nice spot to be sitting enjoying a cup of tea in the sunshine!
I am making my friend a crochet rug for her bathroom - so we checked that it is what she is expecting. Thankfully she really likes it, so hopefully I will finish it in the next couple of days. (Can you see my pretty pink toes? I think it may be some time before I can paint them all again) So we left Matt with Karen and his friend George for a Sunday roast.
Then it was off to Benenden for us. We decided to eat in Tenterden and found a lovely pub. The food was great - and we managed a relaxed evening. I have never had any surgery before, so I was a little surprised that I could relax. Maybe it was the homeopathic remedies?
Mark insisted I took a photo of my feet, pre op. Here they are - not quite so pretty without the nail varnish! But my toes do match.
I won't bore you with the gory details of the op, but it all went well. The staff at the hospital were very caring and made time to answer all my questions. I was second on the operating list, so thankfully didn't have to hang around for too long. I went down to the theatre about 9.30, and was back up on the ward just after 10.30, with a pot of tea and toast. Amazingly I felt ok - a bit groggy, but fine.
Being encouraged to walk on a foot which has just had 2 toes shortened was a bit scary. One part of me told me that the nurse wouldn't be asking me to do the impossible, but another part of my brain was not convinced this was a good idea! It was sort of fine. I can only weight bare on my heel for the next 6 weeks! Oh well - plenty of time for crochet.
After a bit of a false start to get home. (I had to return to hospital just after we'd left as my foot started bleeding!) But it was all ok a short time later, and we were home just after 4pm.
I'm not sure how long the novelty will last, but Mark is running around looking after me. Cups of tea on demand, breakfast in bed. A girl could get used to this! Although I'm not sure how clear the memory will be as I am needing a ghastly selection of pain relief, and have been told to keep topping it up, rather than allow the pain to increase. So the pain is under control, although I'm definitely not pain free. I managed to sleep far better than I thought I would last night, and hopefully it will be the same tonight, although I won't have the advantage of the hospital pain block I had yesterday.
Tomorrow, my sister is coming down to help. She is staying with my dad for a few days with my nephew and niece. He only lives down the road. And so many friends are lined up to visit over the next 2 weeks. I really am so lucky.
No doubt over the next few weeks, I shall have plenty of time for blog reading. :)
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