Days 138-147: Two for one

Fortunately, the pain after surgery did not live up to my surgery last October. This allowed me to kick the pain meds after a couple of days and get through the nausea that follows a lot quicker. Day by day I have been progressing from purely sedentary to somewhat active. I view being active in relative terms. I am by no means doing P90X. Here is an example of my progression:

Day 1: Doped out on pain meds and recovering from the side effects of anaesthesia. Can lay in bed and chew food. Takes about 10 minutes to get to the bathroom.

Night after surgery, watching the Bachelor

Day 2: Game of Thrones

Day 3: 8 minutes to get to the bathroom. Can get to kitchen and awkwardly take a shower

Day 4: Heat up frozen meals. Scootered outside to check my mail. Game of Thrones

Day 5: 3 minutes to get to bathroom. Sat outside

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 Day 8: Crutched all the way to the car and to a bench in a park. Went out for dinner. Game of Thrones.

So that is where I am at now. Being able to crutch is a big deal. However, it is difficult because I have to navigate with a boot on my one "good" foot (rocker soles on the boot make it difficult to balance on one leg).

Luna (cat) is pissed at Lana (dog). Unfortunately, they may never come to love each other

Days 102-138: deja vu

Today is the first day of meteorological spring. Yesterday (February 29th), I had my second Lisfranc operation. The surgery/surgeries included taking out five screws and metal plate from my left foot and putting one screw in my right foot. Yes... this may seem kind of confusing because I haven't really talked about the injury to my right foot. It is similar but more subtle to what happened to my left foot. However, back in January my surgeon recommended surgery on my right foot to fix an injury that occurred over summer 2015 (when I hopped and torn a tendon in my foot). He advised me to go ahead and get hardware in my right foot at the same time the hardware was taken out of my left foot. I agreed with him. I figured doing the operation in this manner was killing two birds with one stone. I have not previously mentioned the second surgery on my right foot because I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was also kind of embarrassed... what young guy has that many problems with his feet?

Surgery yesterday went well, and I didn't have as much anxiety or nerves as I had back in October... this wasn't my first rodeo. The doctor said that my left foot looked like it healed up nicely, so that is good news. He put a long screw in my right foot to bind up some instability from a torn ligament. I am not allowed to bear weight on my right foot for 6-8 weeks. Fortunately, I am allowed to put weight on my left foot while wearing a boot. If this was not the case, then I would be none weight bearing on both of my feet... that would be a nightmare. So far all the pain drugs that they pumped into me are helping, but as they wear off I am starting to feel where my feet were cut open.

Having this many surgeries, and being so long not being able to do anything on my feet (almost 2 years), has taken a pretty big toll on me physically and psychologically. I have to literally take it day by day or one step at a time (pun intended), or everything becomes much too overwhelming.

Now I am resting up. Mostly just watching Netflix or any other online streaming network.

Days 62-101: New year

It has been 14 weeks after my surgery and there is not too much to add. I  had a visit with my surgeon, and he said my the screws and plate in my foot were still aligned in the right position. I got the green light to transition from my boot into a stiff soled shoe. I have been walking around my house more without my boot on, and 'walking' short distances with two regular shoes. I still use my boot if I have to go longer distances (e.g. walking around the grocery store).

Recently, I went back home for the holidays and hung out with some good friends. Some of them have actually read some of my previous blog posts, while others could not believe that I actually have a blog. To honor my good friends, I wanted to offer a shout to Michel Mickey Goldstein, Doc Ross, Baby Daddy Tent, Baby Mama Jessica, Charlie da Baby, Rocket-Man Kyle, Running-Man Charles, Ciao Ciao Christine, Tatum the Tats-ter, and Taste of the Mexi Anthony.

Days 27-61: Obla di obla da

It has been awhile since my last post. In an attempt to finish my master's thesis, I have been absorbed in my work for the past few weeks... The good news is that my mad-dash to the finish took my mind off of being in a cast and boot.

Three weeks ago I got my cast off. It was a happy and scary day. I was nervous of what sorts of pains I would feel once had to walk on my foot again. The cast removal process was not as graceful as when they put it on... Nonetheless, it eventually got taken off. My foot and lower leg was pretty gross. Still had caked on blood from the surgery, and there was lots of dead skin. You would be amazed at home much dead skin cells people shed every day. When those skin cells aren't able to escape onto the couch, bed, desk, etc... they start to build up. I made sure when I got home to take a long shower. I think I washed my leg and foot over a dozen times. It was a great feeling. Anyway...since then I have been booted. The boot and I have a long lasting relationship, which goes back over a year. This is my fifth time being in a boot for over four weeks. In terms of bootage (unit of measure I use for the # of boots), I am on my fourth boot... if this blog doesn't work out, I may be able to start another blog reviewing the makes and models of the various boots I have utilized. I actually did have a in-depth discussion with a woman telling her the pros and cons of the boot I was wearing and how it compared to others... believe me, it was a riveting conversation. I think it would be an equally exciting conversation piece at parties in the future. For the first week in the boot, I had to use crutches and put little weight onto my booted foot. After a week, I found that I could walk OK in the boot without much pain (mainly just soreness). I have worked my way up to walking around the grocery store and even Walmart. Focusing on the later of these two places, I have received great joy being among the great people that grace Walmart with their mullets, bellies, and most of all American flag t-shirts. Walmart society is complex but intriguing, and I have gone to Walmart twice now just to bear witness to its almost mystical qualities (I get bored). Although I hobble more than walk, it is a great accomplishment for me. I can't describe how nice it is to be able to get around somewhat normally again. I will need to start doing some physical therapy soon. My left leg and calf has atrophied by about half its original mass.

Rather than show boring gross pictures of my foot, I have included a picture of my cat as well as a new dog member to the family named Maya (gf's dog pictured below). Just having the company of both of these pets has helped me out more than any crutches or boot.

Days 19-27: Over the hump

I am past the halfway point. My cast will be sawed off two weeks from now. Of course I will have to wear a boot afterwards, but I would take a boot over a cast any day. I have been staying sane by going out every once and awhile to the store or to my office. However, I don't do a lot besides sit in my house and work. There is not really much else you can do with crutches. It is just too difficult and takes too much energy to orchestrate doing anything more. On a positive note, my immobility has allowed me to get a good bit of work done... so that's good. I also got pushed around the grocery store by my gf. A big thanks to her for putting up with me.

Days 15-19: Pumpkickin

Made it over a third of the way now... at least in terms of splint and cast time. Unfortunately, my meager physical state and tight deadline for my thesis completion has kept me inside my dark cave of an apartment for the majority of the past few days. This has been a bummer since late October and Halloween is one of my favorite times of year. It's a weird thing to spend a whole day without ever breathing outside air or having sunlight hit you. I can't go outside now unless it's dark or I will start to fry. This may be my calling to become a vampire... True Blood on crutches coming Fall 2015. I at least got to carve a pumpkin with my gf (left in picture). I would consider my pumpkin a little more rustic than refined. The mouth turned out the way it did as an attempt to recover from some breakage.
     My foot is feeling pretty good. Toes are less fat and doesn't hurt that much if I bump into stuff. Frodo Baggins feet are fading away. One peculiar thing I have learned is that dogs love to lick my toes. I don't find it annoying, but I would like the dogs to realize that my toes are probably pretty gross. They only receive a rudimentary washing every few days. Maybe that's why the dogs like them... I am not to judge. My cast is getting some signatures and personalized art work. It could be a good idea to hang my cast on the wall as a piece of art after it gets removed. Of course, I will encapsulate it in a glass box...for preservation and containment of smell.

11-14: Cast me baby

The days of bed rest are over. The past few days I have returned to 'normalish' life. Of course, I still mostly stay at my home, but I do venture out every once in  awhile to be part of society. I can mostly take care of myself now, except for doing major things like laundry and taking out the trash. My foot does not really hurt anymore unless I bump it against something. I went on Tuesday to get my splint off and get a cast on my foot. After they took off the splint, they left my lower leg and foot exposed for about 15 mins as the surgeon talked to me and the nurse prepped for the cast. My foot was still considerable swollen. Could have just been from the poor circulation with the splint. Either way it looked like they swapped out my foot for Frodo Baggins's during surgery. I wanted so bad to stretch and bend it, but I couldn't. If I tilted my foot the slightest deviation from ninety degrees, it didn't feel so hot.
     The surgeon said the wound was healing up well. He also talked to me about the surgery, and told me the injury I have is called a proximal variant lisfranc. Presumably, this is an injury that is just now becoming recognized. Since it presents with subtle deformities in ligamentous and bone anatomy of the foot and symptoms are similar but not the exactly same as a common lisfranc injuries, many orthopedics aren't aware of it. Lucky for me my surgeon is one of the up and coming doctors recognizing and completing surgery to fix this injury. Anyway, the surgeon said he is very happy with the turnout and expects a good recovery. After I talked with the surgeon, I got my stitches removed and got a nice short leg cast. The nurse put it on well, so it is not too tight...which is clutch. I like the cast better than the splint. It is more protective (i.e. if I bump into anything) and doesn't go as far up my leg. Also, it lets my toes and a good portion of my leg below the knee breath. Past experiences with a cast have shown me that breath-ability is imperative...not only for itches but also for minimizing post-cast nastiness.

Luna being weird on top of my cabinet