Holy Cow

I went to the appointment today. Man alive was it informative. I was given all of the "could happens" and had to sign off on all of the paperwork . The nurse also gave me my boot that I will need to bring with me on surgery day. I think that is kinda weird, like why even take the risk of someone forgetting the boot on surgery day. After the nurse left the room the doctor came in to give his sh-peal. He then went over the day of the surgery schedule for me. We will get a  call a couple of days before surgery day to get the time of the procedure. (I thought this was weird, why can't they tell me now?!?) I was told not to eat anything after midnight and not to wear toe nail polish (if they need to check for oxygen the polish will interfere with the sensor they put on my toe). He also told me that I would be given a blocker behind my knee, this will numb me from my knee down (sorta like an epidural for a woman going into labor). The blocker should last between 48-72 hours. I was ecstatic to hear this. He instructed me to put ice packs on my calve instead of on my foot to avoid the ice from sweating and getting my bandages wet. This will lessen the chances of infection. I am also NOT ALLOWED TO MESS WITH MY BANDAGES. Duly noted. He let me know that I need to do three things, rest, rest, and rest. When I told him that I would be traveling in the back of a car five days after surgery he told me good luck. Haha, oh boy. I also asked him if my shoe size would change, he gave me a chuckle and said of all the patients he has seen over the years, none have asked that question. He then told me no, my foot size will not change that much. He told me that my pins will be flush with my skin and that I will not put weight on my foot for two weeks. That was the pretty much the gist of the appointment. At the end the doctor handed me my paperwork and sent me on my way to have my labs done. Yep, the time had come to get stabbed. Now, I hate pain, HATE IT, and when I walked through that door to have them poke at my arm my heart could have beat right out of my chest. How on earth am I going to go through with this major surgery when I freak just by getting blood drawn. Ugh! I almost made my mind up to call the doctor the next day and cancel my appointment. BUT, I realized that this will last a short time, while doing nothing would ensure I feel pain for the rest of my life. 

 

So, here I am..dreading the day where I turn over all control and let them cut me open and break my bones. Oh, I did ask about having the incision done on the side of my foot rather than on top (cosmetic purposes of course). He let me know that there is a nerve that runs along the side of the foot (hello that's why my feet feel pain all the time) that after surgery patients come back complaining of pain. Messing with this nerve is what causes all of that, so, it is frankenfeet after all. Oh well. Ten days people, TEN FREAKIN DAYS! AHHHH