gratitude-a-thon day 406: feeling no pain (and taking no vicodin)

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Life in the fast lane. Ha!

Day Two, The Bunion-less Diary

I still didn’t have any pain yesterday(cue the cheerleaders/Mormon Tabernacle Choir/angelic harps), but man I was tired. I slept on and off all day long. I couldn’t really concentrate on tv, but I am reading a really funny book called This is Where I Leave You. It’s just the sort of writing I love, sharp, witty and all about relationships. The movie is coming out in like a week, and has Jason Bateman, Tina Fey, Adam Driver, Corey Stoll and Jane Fonda. Score. I hope it will go to the Super Luxe in Chestnut Hill where a gimp like me can get into a barcalounger and laugh. Because I still don’t have any pain, I guess the nerve block is still in play. I am taking a souped up anti-inflammatory called Toradol, but that’s it.

The boot is really sort of heavy. Considering decorating it, although how can you miss with basic black? I am definitely longing for a shower, but it would be too much to manage at this point, so I might need to do a little sponge bath today. Where are the cute male nurses when you need them? I am dying to see the foot and what it looks like. But I’m not a rule breaker and the boot is supposed to stay on.

So far, so good. I haven’t even let myself even think about the reality that the bunion isn’t there anymore, I’m much more focused on just trying to get through this period of rest, elevate, ice. But wouldn’t it be cool if I didn’t have a bunion anymore and my foot worked well, and I could wear shoes? Sounds like a fairy tale to me, but hey, I believe in fairy tales.

gratitude-a-thon day 404: bunion voyage

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Don’t worry about the veins–I’ve always been veiny, even when I was young. We’re looking at the bulge on the left foot. That’s the thing we’re getting rid of. And if you’re thinking it’s purely a cosmetic procedure, you’re wrong. This bump is taking over the joint.
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Here are normal (and beautiful) feet. See how the two toes meet.
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Here are my poor little feet. See how the left one is trying to exit stage left ?

 

Tomorrow at this time I will be all valiumed up, awaiting 7:30 departure for bunion surgery. It’s only been a lifetime in the making, and 10 years of trying to muster my courage, find the right doctor and do it. This thing has plagued me in the middle of the night, when I worry that it will take over and I won’t be able to exercise or walk. It’s forced me to give up one of the world’s great pleasures: shoe shopping. Plus it’s ugly. Plus it’s gotten so big, it’s starting to order its own meal in restaurants (that’s where I draw the line).

I won’t be able to do much for a week, but rest, ice, elevate. And then I’ll be in a boot. And then I’ll be in physical therapy. And then I’ll be in like really ugly wide boxy sneakers, and then around January, I might be able to get myself into some sort of cute-ish real life shoes. Yeah, this is going to be a long haul.

In the end, I hope I’ll have made a smart choice. Sometimes you have to live by the words of Nike and “Just do it.” I sure hope this is one of those times.