8 days and counting

My surgery is fast approaching. I'm resigned. I keep getting these little panics that shriek quietly (if that's possible), "Don't do it!!!!" Sometimes they half convince me. But then I walk across a lawn and have to be so careful or find myself looking for every small pebble in the road to avoid it because it could send me sprawling. That's the point. Trade 3 months and possibly more of hell and more months of slow recuperation for stability, straight toes and a foot that is no longer twisted.

I've been preparing forever. Since I won't be able to drive, I've stocked up on everything I can think of so my husband and parents don't have to do all those little trips for me. I'm ready to sit, pull out the new iPad and Kindle and chill. Now I need pictures of the soon to be old foot to compare.

My pre op appointment made me feel more comfortable. They are going to start with soft tissue, then progress on to bone if needed. They plan on keeping an open mind about what to do, which I like. Hopefully all those years of stretching will pay off and they won't have to do as much as if I didn't stretch.

One month and counting

The day is getting closer and I am pretty scared. I've been busy researching (obsessively) things to make life easier afterwards. I've scheduled a knee scooter, think I've found some ergonomic crutches that will make it easier on my damaged wrist, begun to stock up on supplies, frozen a lot of soup... Still need a shower stool. I saw a cool cast cover online that you can supposedly swim and surf in. I'd be happy with a good shower, but the reviews said it's the real deal. I'll run it by the doc. If he says he doesn't know, maybe I'll try swimming on a day the cast is being replaced. Of course, I have no illusions that I'll be swimming that first two months. I'll be happy if my husband takes me to the gym once I can actually move about. There have to be some machines I can use. After my broken foot and surgery a year and a half ago, I know I didn't feel like doing anything that first three weeks and that was one procedure, not five! Aaaaaahhhhh! Very scared.