Archive for February, 2009
The world must know
See.. I happen to be married to an amazingly funny and creative husband (and he is SUPER cute/handsome as well). I get to experience this awesomeness on a daily basis and it is GREAT… but I think it is time for me to share him with the rest of the world…
Please meet Sir Robbie Rob and make sure to have a box of kleenex handy to wipe away those tears you will get from laughing so hard. Oh and please make sure to spit out or swallow any liquid you might have in your mouth.
Enjoy!!!
Hockey in NC
SRR and I went to a Hurricane game on Valentines day and even though they got their butt whooped big time, it was a lot of fun and we got to enjoy $1 hot dogs (of course the $4 bottle of NASTY Pepsi made up for it).
The Stadium
Fight Fight Fight...
Check out the score!
and we (especially me) were very glad that they were nice enough to escort us back to our car after the game. It was cold and it would have taken me FOREVER to walk back to the car.
Bad Patient
Today was my first day back at work after being off for a week. Around 8:30AM I started thinking that I made a mistake coming back to work and that I should have waited until at least next Monday, but after elevating my foot and icing it 20 minutes on 20 minutes off my foot started to feel a little better (still throbbing) but not too bad. I managed to stay put at my desk for the most of the day (with the exception of a few potty brakes and going to lunch with hubby). But since I got off work it feels like I set down maybe 30 minutes total and it is now 9:39EST. I managed to do a quick CVS shopping trip, make dinner and bake a pumpkin pie and I am now paying for my stupitidy. My foot is THROBBING and I still need to take a bath before I can relax, elevate it and ice it. I don’t think Dr Tomey would be very happy with me… but I promise to take it easier tomorrow.
Ohhhh and I was lucky enough to preview the hopital bill today… and somehow I managed to not throw up my lunch…
Post-Op Appt
I had my post-op with Dr Tomey today and it was very uneventful. They took two x-rays of my foot, then removed the bandages (it felt soooo good to have everything off my foot) and I got to wipe my foot down with a wet wipe. The incision looked good and clean and apparently the stitches will be removed in 2 weeks. So he wrapped my foot up with clean bandages and told me that starting this weekend I can remove the bandages to take showers (don’t worry I have been bathing, just been taking a bath with my foot dangling out the tub) and that I should contunie to ice and keep my foot elevated as much as possible. Ohhh and I get to return to work tomorrow – I am sort of looking forward to it. I really do like where I work and have a great boss. She already warned people that if they need anything that they either need to come to me or find other ways of getting it… he he gotta love her.
And for your viewing pleasure (if you are squimish you may want to skip this part)
Follow Up
The weekend was pretty much the same. I plugged my butt on the couch and got up only a handful of times. Monday was much better and I completely stopped taking any medication during the day and only took something before I went to sleep (I tend to wake up in pain). So today was the same, no medication during the day but I plan to take something before I go to sleep. Tomorrow I have my post-op appointment with Dr Tomey and he should be removing the stitches (hmm now that I think about it, I might take something before seeing him tomorrow). So until tomorrow… I will leave you all with some pictures…
Right before the surgery
Sugar laying on the couch keeping mommy company
Beautiful flowers from my in-laws
Beautiful flowers from my Manager & Team
It’s Over
So we woke up around 8AM on Wednesday and I walked Sugar and jumped in the bath. After washing my leg off with Hibiclens I got dressed and we headed to Rex Surgery Center in Cary for my 11:50AM surgery (but of course needed to arrive there at least 2 hours prior to that). We checked in and after waiting for about 5 minutes in the waiting room Nurse Stacey called my name and we were escorted to room 6. We chit chatted for a little bit and she asked me a few questions and I signed some papers. A few minutes later I met my anaestheologist and she gave me a quick run down on what was going to happen and told me that I would be receiving a cocktail through my IV and that I would not remember a thing. After she left, Nurse Stacey asked me to change in to my gown and lay in bed. She brought me a warm blanket and some funky, but warm socks to wear. After wrapping my arms in a warm blanket to get the blood in my hands going she started my IV (OMG as good as she was, it hurt like HELL) but it was over pretty quick and now the waiting game began. See we still had about 1.5 hours before the surgery. So we killed some time laughing and playing on our phones. The technician came in about 30 minutes later to re-wash my foot with Hibiclens and she was followed by Dr Tomey. He asked me to verify which foot he would be working on and initialed my right foot to make sure we were all on the same page and told me that it would not be much longer because he was running early. A few minutes after he left they gave me my cocktail through my IV and wheeled me in to the operating room. I remember entering the room, but the next thing I remember after that was waking up in the recovery room and nurses taking my blood pressure. I remember hearing someone mention Rob’s name and someone asking if they should go and get him from the waiting room. Through my very heavy eyes and sleepiness all I remember telling the nurse was that I had to PEE and I had to PEE now. She said 15 more minutes, because they wanted to take my blood pressure again before I got up… OMG I had to focus and just keep breathing. Apparently 15 minutes passed and Rob was by my side and I remember telling him to tell the nurse I had to PEE… They dressed me in my pants and off I went to the restroom. When I got back I started thinking… hmmm I had nothing to drink for at least 12 hours what was up with that, when at the same time (like she could read my mind) the nurse said, well honey you did drink about 2L’s its just that it all came through your IV. 10 more minutes later I was dressed and being wheeled in a wheelchair to the car and I was ready to go home.
We stopped at Walgreens to drop off and pick up my prescriptions for Vicodin and Oxycodone and of course had to grab something to eat. After dropping off the prescriptions we ran over to Chick-Fil-A to grab me something to eat, then we drove back to Walgreens to grab the prescriptions that we had dropped off and about 30 minutes later we were headed home. I plumped my butt on the couch and have been here ever since.
I took an Oxycodone the first hour I was home and did not feel like it did much for me, but thought maybe I need to give it some more time. As the pain started getting worse I decided to take one more and give it more time, but NADA. The pain never went away and seemed like it just got worse. So that night I switched to Vicodin and it knocked me out and took the pain away and I was in heaven. See I have a very low tolerance to pain, so the pain from surgery is as bad as it gets for me, but I was super glad to have the good drugs to lend me a helping hand.
Thursday morning I woke to pain (it had been about 10 hours since the last time I took anything) so after Rob made me some yummy Waffle’s I popped in 1 more vicodin and waited for it to kick in. Around noon there was a knock on the door and I received a beautiful plant and the cutest Get Well Soon balloon from my in-laws. I spent the rest of the day watching the Foot Network and in and out of naps all day. Dr Tomey called me in the afternoon to see how I was doing and to see if I was able to get some sleep the night before. I told him that putting any sort of pressure on my foot is an absolute killer and he told me that, that was normal and that the only reason I should be off my butt should be to either be using the restroom and taking a quick bath (and I have been a good patient).
Friday was pretty much the same. I once again woke up with pain and after eating some breakfast I gobbled down more pain killers and was in and out of sleep all day. We ordered Pizza for dinner and watched Madagascar II and also had plans on watching Zach and Miri make a Porno, but apparently the drugs got the best of me and I was out for the night.
More to come (with pictures)…
Because I needed a good laugh
(Here’s the reply the teacher received the following day)
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single snow shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith
How did that happen?
Soooo let’s look back about 8 weeks…
My right foot started hurting what seemed like out of no where. I just ignored the pain for a few days and went about my business, until about a few days before Christmas when I finally realized something must be wrong, but ehhhh it’s probably nothing. I survive through Christmas (with it swelling up like a balloon and the pain bringing me to tears). So the day after Christmas I call around to see if anyone can see me a.s.a.p. and get lucky to be seen on New Years Eve (I am about 2 weeks in to this already). I continue to limp around until my Dr appt. He takes a look at it and asks me what has been going on and how it has been feeling. He did not seem too concerned until I told him that my foot swelled up like balloon and the pain was CRAZY. He took some x-rays and notified me that I have broken my sesamoid bone and that I would be wearing a sexy shoe for the next month to keep pressure off the front of my foot. I wore the shoe for the most part and even though felt some improvement, the pain would come back when I was on my foot for a period of time (I also mastered standing on the side of my foot during the first two weeks into the injury) so that might have been another reason why my foot felt a little better.
Any who – 4 weeks comes and goes and I go in for my follow up. He pulls and pushes and examines things some more and suggests that the bone is not healing and that in his opinion the best thing to do is to remove the broken off piece of the bone, but sends me in for an MRI just to be 100% sure (to decide how much of the bone needs to be removed). I get a call on Friday advising me that I will be having surgery on Wednesday February 4th and he gives me some details about the pre-op part of things and the nurse advised me that I will be receiving a call from the hospital with more details. This is all good and dandy, but I have never had surgery before and to say that I feel like crapping my pants from fear is sugar coating things.
I mean I know I will be fine and I do not plan on dying or anything, but the fear of the pain afterwards is scaring the crap out of me. He assured me that he will drug me up very well and that I will be comfortable, but I mean what does being comfortable mean? The fact that my foot is going to have a nice gash on the side of it is inevitable and when it comes to pain Poontater is a wimp. Oh and my crazy a$$ is planning on being back at work the following Monday – for now that seems like a good idea, but I might need to check my self in to the loony bin after the fact.
Well, for now that is what is UP with me and I will make sure to update through out the process.
