Wednesday, November 10, 2021

I Had Surgery...

My little sister, Candi, is in the kitchen frying bacon for the mac and cheese and it smells amazing. She's been here since last Thursday afternoon because I'm a bit of an invalid right now. I'm in my bed with my leg up and can't really do much more than that since my surgery. I'm kind of stuck in my bedroom since the stairs that broke my leg are holding me hostage. Let me explain.

I met with the sports med doctor about my broken ankle and he was very helpful. Not only was he nice, but he was able to explain to me exactly what was wrong and why I would need surgery. It turns out the break is much worse than they told me in Instacare. It's broken in two places and disassociated in another, and my tendons are messed up. So, I made an appointment to see the surgeon the following Friday when he's back from vacation. 

Well, on Monday, October 25th, the surgeon called me personally and told me he doesn't need to see me for a consult. He said, "Come on in tomorrow and let's do this." So, I had surgery on the evening of October 26th with a very lovely surgeon who apparently does this surgery several times a week. He says it's pretty common. I was absolutely terrified, but I managed it without much more than a little hypertension and anxiety. It was outpatient, but we ended up being at the hospital's same day surgery unit from about 2:45pm until about 11pm and I felt awful when I went home. 

I had an Open Reduction, Internal Fixation procedure. They cut my leg open on both sides, installed some titanium hardware (Stryker plate and screws) to get everything back together, and then stapled me closed. The surgery went well with no complications and they did a nerve block in my leg so I wouldn't have any post-op pain until the next day. Let me say right now, the nerve block was just gross. Not being able to feel your leg at all is extremely uncomfortable. I would have to think pretty hard about whether I'd do that again.

For the first almost two weeks, I was in a serious amount of pain and on some pretty strong painkillers. After that, I just dealt with the pain and took a little bit of Tylenol, but I've been in bed with my leg up for almost two weeks, except when I have to use the restroom. Thank goodness I had the foresight to buy a knee scooter early because there is no way in hell I could crutch around here. 

But, since the surgery, I've also been stuck in my bedroom most of the time because I'm not allowed to put any weight on my leg for 6-weeks. That doesn't sound that long, but not being able to walk on two legs for a month and a half is proving to be a challenge. I can't clean my house, cook meals, do my laundry. I can't drive myself anywhere (right leg break). I can't even get into the shower by myself. It's ridiculous. Necessary, but ridiculous. 

Of course, Matt doesn't clean and can't cook, so my house devolved into a total disaster and we were eating a ton of DoorDash, which is crazy pricey! This is where Candi comes in. She offered to come stay with me for a week to help clean up my place, cook meals, and take care of me. Thank goodness she's here, she's been amazing help. She even took me to my follow-up doctor appointment this week when Matt's work schedule changed and he wasn't able to take me. She cleaned up my house, so it isn't super gross, and has been great company. Since she lives in Arizona, I hardly see her. And, since our trip to Arizona got cancelled on account of this broken leg, I was so bummed about not being able to see my family. So, this has been great!!

At my follow up I found out that I'm healing up great, they took new x-rays to see how it's progressing, and I don't have any infection or swelling anymore. They re-splinted it with a lighter splint, so that's all good news. Turns out I have 31 staples in my leg, though, that's going to be taken out at my 4-week appointment next Friday. I'm scared about that because I feel like it's going to hurt, but also excited to get the staples out so I can be more comfortable. After the appointment, though, I was sooooooo exhausted. Turns out, if you're not doing a damn thing for weeks, getting up to actually do something is rough! 

Sadly, Candi is leaving to go home to Arizona on Saturday afternoon, so I'll be on my own with Matt again at that point. I'm a little scared about what we'll eat, or the house devolving into chaos again, but I'm hopeful that it'll be just fine. Matt's been amazing through this whole thing, taking such great care of me. The care he's shown me through this whole ordeal (and it has certainly been an ordeal) has gone a long way to healing some of the wounds I've been feeling about him working on our milestone anniversary (20th anniversary!). He loves me, it's clear he does in the way he's cared for me this past month. He's a great husband. 

With that, I leave you with this lovely image and the hope that the pain will really start to subside in the next few weeks!