It is now fully 2 weeks since my operation and things are going well. Yesterday was my return visit to the hospital to have the stitches removed and new casts put on. Apart from having to wait a ridiculous amount to time to be seen (1hr 10 minutes after my appointment time) it was a good appointment. I got to see my 'new' feet for the first time and they looked odd. Not like my feet, admittedly they were/are swollen, but it was a bit like looking at someone else's feet. Not a pair of feet I recognised. It was also the first time I got to see exactly where the stitches were. I've reached the grand age of 41 with the only medical attention, requiring attendance to hospital, being pregnancy related. So to have had a couple of bones broken and stitches, it is a novel experience. It was also the first time I've had stitches removed. It didn't hurt. I could feel a little tugging sensation, I decided not to watch, but no pain.
I did watch when the nurse put on my new casts. It was all very fascinating, even seeing the stitches for the first. A bit Frankenstein-ish to be honest, but fascinating all the same. So my feet now look like this
So that's me for the next 4 weeks, Phase 2 - still doing the same - rest, elevate and occasionally walking in my gorjuss shoes.
It's been 2 weeks since my op but it's almost 3 weeks since I finished up work and the first weekend, before my op, was slightly manic. Over 4 days we had a little person turning 3, a birthday day out, a small family birthday gathering, a Beavers Scout outing, lots of housework, a get-together with friends, trip to hairdressers and final prep for going into hospital. Oh and I finished a quilt top!
But things have been much calmer over the last 2 weeks. I've read 3 books (well nearly, I've only 50 pages left on 3rd one), watched 3.5 series of The Good Wife, numerous episodes of Paw Patrol (kiddie programme), done quite a few 'extreme' dot to dots, done this little guy