It has been 6 days since surgery. Thursday was VERY painful as Rich helped me down to the basement, and I stayed there until Sunday. Friday I hobbled to the bathroom on my own, but in a lot of pain. Sat. about the same.. Sunday I did go to Church, but stayed only Sac. meeting. Monday I went to work, as planned. The plan might have been flawed..
I walked in to 5!! dogs needing to be walked.. OK, so only four, since one dog had gotten worse and couldn't walk.. But still.. And add two cats, one in ISO. The day was bad, and I left at noon since by then I hurt so bad I didn't ever want to put my foot down on the floor again.
I went home and sat with my foot elevated and under ice for about three hours before it felt better..
Tuesday.. Three dogs to walk in the morning. The dog that couldn't walk on Monday passed away. sad, but probably better for her. She was so very sick.
My feet hurt worse and by nine I was trying hard not to cry. Right before 11 I was asked to help with x-rays, but I couldn't help myself. I just asked if I could go home, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't imagine walking another step.
Wednesday, today. I am home, foot elevated, waiting for the doctor to call back. My poor foot is swollen and I am icing it and not walking anywhere.
I just want to be able to walk! Without pain!
The pain meds makes me warm and sleepy. It dulls the pain but doesn't take it away..
Going back to sleep now.
Thanks for reading..
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