I got out of the shower on Tuesday and I hadn’t taped the protective plastic bag over my ankle properly and all the bandages were very, very wet. I saw my amazing surgeon yesterday and he cut all the dressings off and my FOOT is FREE kind of!
I sat, with my good leg tucked down between the wall and the bed and my bad leg on the bed (above). Amazing surgeon man told me he had to go and find some big scissors and I came close to panicking until I realised they were for removing the dressings. And he only found small scissors, but when he removed all the dressings I nearly kicked this total hero because my foot is still very ticklish. As he repositioned the brace he commented on my muscular calves, to which I replied, “I work out”.
Anyway, went to get off the bed and my LEG is STUCK it is STUCK between the bed and the wall, my leg is totally STUCK oh shit shit shit!! How does this happen? How? The surgeon lifted and yanked on the table and I was FREE. Twice in one day.
I stood up on two feet.
With crutches, but two feet.
I can’t tell you what it is like to know that after seven years (since the original injury), my ankle is now stable. We’re talking seven years of breaks, falls, sprains, fractures… it’s been pure bullshit, totally limiting any form of movement and action, and very painful. It’s only now that I am out of pain that I am realising how bad it was.
Here is a nicer picture of it; look how straight it is!
So, now it’s brace on for walking (with crutches) for the next three weeks. Brace off for sitting and sleeping and showering. I can try SHOES.
And it is all very exciting. And I am so thankful to hero amazing surgeon man.
Have you ever had a life-changing surgery?