The Foot Situation

The day started early — left at 6:15 for the surgery center. Lovin’ me another EARLY morning after a late night. Highly motivated though, as these past days walking around New York were inescapable reminders of WHY I signed up to have this surgery.

Probably the most exciting part of the prep time was getting to wear the sexy, backless, blue flower-print gown and the sheer cafeteria lady elastic cap. Chit chatted with my nurse about plantar fasciitis, vegan/vegetarian/keto/paleo matters, and post-op instructions, including stool softeners. You have to mention stool softeners at least once when you’re wearing a backless gown.

Once I was wheeled to the OR, I remember them saying they were going to put something in my IV to relax me. Hmmmm. Usually when I’m relaxed, I can recall my experience of relaxation. I think a better descriptor might be “knocked out.”

Chase picked me up at about 10:30. As he stood there waiting to take me home and take care of me for the morning, I remarked to the nurse, “Talk about role reversal.”

I could play the sympathy card and say I’m in excruciating pain but choosing to stay strong and not take any pain meds. Or I could tell the truth and say that ever since the loopiness of the anesthesia wore off this morning, I haven’t had to take a thing for pain. I’ve felt good enough to go for a run. But, of course, I won’t because I can’t feel my foot due to the nerve block, I’m in a big clunky boot, and the doctor told me in no uncertain terms not to run any time soon.

A relatively easy surgery with no pain thus far isn’t the main reason today was just a really good day. It occurs to me as I write, I got to spend time with every one of my kids today. That always makes it the best kind of day.

Thanks to Mahsan and Kelly, we have some delicious, homemade, healthy food for the week. Thank you to everyone for checking in and sending your prayers.

Thank you, God, for as good a day as you can possibly have when it begins with a surgery. Amen.