I dread my current stretch of post-op appointments because the wimp in me surfaces when it comes to tolerating pain. I always take a couple of prescribed narcotics before heading out for each visit, so the actual foot regiment at the podiatrist center is a breeze. What hurts is the nerves waking up later and telling on the bedside activities of my podiatrist and personal friend, Dr Suzanne Wilson and her bubbly nurse, Debra. The complaints go on for a couple of days even with strong medication in my system.
Yesterday's visit was no different. I have been home for over 12 hours and faithfully keeping the pharmacists at Safeway happy, yet the angry nerves are still talking loudly!
Debra takes care of my X-ray sessions. I absolutely love this woman. We clicked from the moment we met and I don't know anyone who loves her job more than Debra. It is so obvious in the way she happily treats her patients, with genuine interest, utmost concern for their comfort and a smile that reaches her eyes. She is aware of my low threshold of pain and engages me in chats to distract me from the routine of forcing my heel to bend towards the floor. Today's topic was how we ushered in the new year and her baby - a bird of paradise plant in their conference room that I spotted earlier. The nursing profession couldn't have found a better representative.
These are Debra's masterpieces of my foot ...
Side image showing the hardware holding the shattered pieces of heel bone in place. It is amazing how fast the bone grows itself. Four weeks ago, the metal strips and bolts were just hanging loose in emptiness.

Image taken from back of foot. David counted 9 visible bolts. They are 12. I hope the other 3 were just hidden from view and did not detach themselves to go for a float-about!
Suz exercises the foot - as in forcibly twisting the ankle in circles and writing the alphabets with it - after viewing the images. She has decided that I am ready for baby steps, standing and walking in the boot, taking an hour each day away from scooter time. This will set me up for physical therapy in a week or two. My excitement and glee at the advanced progress was short-lived when she said the pain is likely to increase with PT. Sigh. More dollars for Steve, the pharmacist, I suppose.
(Suz)
(Debra)

The last picture is for family and friends who asked how I actually ride the knee-scooter. Ride is probably not the right word here as I push the scooter forward or backwards using it as the second leg to walk. The front wheels turn at 45-degrees angle both ways for negotiating corners and avoiding obstacles. It is fun and I have been speeding a little. No ticket so far. Haha!
I know five of you prefer a pants-less photo but this is a public non-rated site, so those REI khakis have to stay on. LOL! Besides, my leg muscle has shrunk quite a bit from prolonged non-activity, it is pretty scary and an eyesore.