Good news! No cracks or chipped-off bits of the talus bone, just bruising!
Bad news! No lateral ligament! Only smeggy little scraps o'nothing!
I am having a reconstruction next Wednesday. The surgeon will either find the ends and stick them together, or get another bit from the back of my foot and use that to fix it all up. After the surgery I will be in plaster for six weeks then do 3-6 months of rehab before returning to full bionic-woman status.
I am speechless. Bamboozled, horrified, thunderstruck, floored.
Must. Make. Lists.
Long black and lemon tart, STAT! (strange, I don't feel better...)
Return library books.
Get new ones. Or would it be better to not get new ones as I don't know how long it will be before I can drive?
Ask surgeon how long before I can drive.
Thank heaven J hasn't sold the station wagon yet b/c all our other cars are manuals.
Go to chemist.
Try and work out what to have for lunch.What do I want for lunch? I don't know!!!
Make casseroles - yes, casseroles, that's the ticket! We need casseroles!
Slap self on head, try and get a grip.
Ring surgeon and ask questions I forgot this morning (although when I enquired how many of these procedures he'd done, he looked me in the eye and said it was his first go ever. I really had to kill him. Do. Not. Mock. Me.) **
Decide whether this is an opportunity to build character and severely cut down drinking.
Decide to decide later.
Look on bright side
- I heal fast
- Upper body workouts!
- I'll finish the rug I'm knitting
- winter is a good time to be in plaster, not too hot
Decide lists are stupid idea.
*these are not my boots. They symbolise some cheerful-type positive-thinking BS
**He's actually done 2-3 ankle reconstructions a week for about ten years. JUST AS WELL
Thursday, June 14, 2007