As I'm pretty sure I mentioned November was the month of my surgery. I had a bunionectomy. Again. (Even though blogger thinks I'm spelling it wrong, I'm not! It's my third one; I'm pretty sure I know how to spell it by now).
I spent the first half of the month stressing out over if I was making the right decision to have surgery while my husband was deployed and trying to make sure that there was going to be someone here to help every day for eight weeks with getting the kids to and from school/daycare and sports; as well as grocery shopping and things around the house.
And yes, I said eight weeks! I was preparing to be on crutches for eight weeks and be unable to drive for the entire time as I was having surgery on my right foot.
Unfortunately during this time, I learned a hard lesson as to who my real friends were. It's a hard lesson to learn on its own and even harder when I didn't have my husband here to lean on.
Turns out though, when I woke up from surgery, I didn't need crutches at all! I guess at the last minute he decided to do a different procedure; I'm still to this day not sure how it all came down to what it did. I of course still wasn't suppose to drive for several weeks so I still needed someone here at my house to help out.
The day after surgery was the worst! I called my doctor in tears. I took so many pain pills that day. I was only suppose to take 1 every 6 or 8 hours and I was taking 1 every 3 to 4. Luckily it caused me to sleep most of the day but even then the pain was still horrible. I don't remember being in so much pain after the first two surgeries.
This story is apparently way longer than I anticipated - so I'll continue another day....
3 comments:
you're leaving us hangin'! Hurry up and finish the story, lol.
and......
I just hope you remember who those friends are and aren't. Because I can do with out the ones who aren't, don't really care for them anyway.
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