What's up with my toe?

So...I have begun walking on my foot. I've gotten rid of the crutches and am doing pretty good hobbling around. The foot doesn't look too bad, just bruised near the bandage and a little puffy all over. Brett feels pretty good about my progress. However, there are a few things going on that are creeping me out:

1) Most importantly, my little toe will not lie properly. It sticks straight out from the bone and does not lie on the floor like normal toes do. Put your feet on the ground, don't all your toes hit the floor? Only 9 of mine do.

2) I have been trying to exercise my right foot toes because I'm afraid if I don't the toes won't work anymore, and I can only bend three of them. I can't move the pinkie toe or the one next to it on their own.

3) I am having trouble sleeping because of my foot making it uncomfortable to sleep in most positions. I'm afraid it will never feel right again.

I guess just in general I'm worried that my foot will never be right again. I feel freaked out about that actually. I am going to the doctor on Tuesday for my scheduled check up so I will let you know what happens there.

Thankful Thursday 8

Today I am thankful for:

1) The drive-in theater 8 miles from our home.

2) Dates with my husband

3) My family...this is an always, but man, I'm so thankful for each one of them.


Psalm 118:1 Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;For His lovingkindness is everlasting.

Thankful Thursday 7

This week I am thankful for my husband, who took care of me during a very bad week. This man is an amazing man. I cannot say it enough. He is my best friend, my supporter, my helper and my love.

Also, for my family that helped care for me through this, thank you. And for my friends who have sent cards, made suppers and prayed for me.

Romans 8: 18 "I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory about to be revealed to us."

The Detox

Narcotics withdrawl...not a pretty sight. I went from taking two percocet to taking two vicoden to taking one vicoden and yesterday I finished the last of my drugs. I thought I'd better ween myself off the drugs so that it wouldn't be as bad. I'm glad I did what I did, because last night was miserable.

I had trouble getting to sleep but once I finally did it didn't last too long. I woke up and felt...well crazy. I'm not sure how to describe it besides to say that I would rather have the pain of surgery than ever go through that again.

It was as though my body was rejecting itself, I was hot and then cold, my muscles wouldn't stay still and I couldn't get comfortable. Again, there's no good way to describe this, but the feeling is worse than pain.

I cried for hours and Brett sat beside me doing what he could, poor guy. At about 5am he called his dad to see if there was anything else we could do (Jack had major surgery last year and was on oxycontin for over two months). I finally crashed at about 6am, so exausted that it was painful. This morning was better, I could function but my body still feels strange, and not really itself.

And I was only on the stuff for a week and a half.

Surgery for Paul Bunion

Last Thursday I had surgery on Paul Bunion. I went in feeling nervous for my first ever surgery but expecting to be over and done with it in 24-48 hours. I know now that we were very unprepared for what would happen. The first two days are completely a blur to me and the next three weren't much better. I slept, ate crackers and took pain killers. My 4-year-old neice was very sympathetic and concerned. She layed beside me quite a bit and told me things like "You'll be ok, Tante, don't cry anymore" and "No matter what happens, I love you." She's the cutest thing ever.

I couldn't really do anything for myself and so Brett took care of me. He had to carry me anywhere I went because of pain, nausea and dizziness. The pain is more than I thought it would be, I'm apparently not very tolerant to pain. I had little recollection of things that had happened during the first 5 days and conversations I had have mostly been forgotten (sorry).

On Wednesday my hard core meds ran out and I started on a less aggresive pain medication; I started to come back to life. My brain is once again functioning, though probably not 100%, but things are on the up and up.

Today I went back to the doctor and he took out the stitches (ouch). I have pictures of the foot from today, it's pretty gross looking though so I may not post it. I have to keep the bandage on for another month until my next appointment, which means no real showering, as I have to keep it dry. He also said he would suggest that I didn't drive for 6 weeks...sigh*

The weird thing is that my right foot is now flat on the outside. If you will take a look back at the picture of my feet you will notice that even the foot without the bunion had a little bit of a protruding bone, we'll have to wait and see that it looks like when it's healed. Right now I have a wicked gash that's oozing blood.

Thanks for all the prayers and thoughts.