This is a post strictly for personal reference. It appears that my surgery in August 2016, though it was the SECOND time for this type of surgery, was one that I was ill prepared to survive! I had this same surgery in 2010 on my right foot. I should have remembered what it entailed but apparently I have a great skill recently discovered, to forget pain and the time it takes to heal. I've been most impatient and yes, even angry, following this surgery on my left foot.
Browsing through my posts on the 2010 surgery, I realized there was not much difference in this recovery period except for my attitude which sucks. Ask my husband. He will verify that I have been quite the bitch, moody and impatient and whiny. I should be embarrassed to even admit this but..truth is truth. I am what I am.
Today is 8 days post cast which kept me immobilized for six weeks, hereby known as "the bitchy whiny moody weeks". The husband was quite wonderful, waiting on me. He cooked. He cleaned and he tried to stay out of my way.
This post is to record the 8 days it took for the pain to finally cease from putting weight on my left foot. Finally I don't cringe and whimper and I just want to record this in the event I grow a third foot that might need an Achilles tendon repair. Hopefully enduring two of these surgeries will carry me through to the end of my life.
I still have pain but nothing like the first seven days of trying to walk on this foot. Granted, I have pushed the recoup time to the limit. The first seven days were to be light weight bearing followed by the second week post cast to a little more weight and finally into the third week of walking with full weight bearing. I've scrunched that time up into 8 days. I'm wearing a boot as much as possible. The surgeon wanted that boot on whenever I was up and about. I haven't obeyed those orders entirely.
The swelling comes and goes. I do want to note the swelling. Ice packs are applied when I'm laying around...but swelling is to be expected since I'm 7weeks and 3 days post op and out of the cast only 8 days.
That's it..Just a blog for my memory. I'll forget these details so I want to record them before that happens.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Haglund's Deformity..it's an Update
This is a post strictly for personal reference. It appears that my surgery in August 2016, though it was the SECOND time for this type of surgery, was one that I was ill prepared to survive! I had this same surgery in 2010 on my right foot. I should have remembered what it entailed but apparently I have a great skill recently discovered, to forget pain and the time it takes to heal. I've been most impatient and yes, even angry, following this surgery on my left foot.
Browsing through my posts on the 2010 surgery, I realized there was not much difference in this recovery period except for my attitude which sucks. Ask my husband. He will verify that I have been quite the bitch, moody and impatient and whiny. I should be embarrassed to even admit this but..truth is truth. I am what I am.
Today is 8 days post cast which kept me immobilized for six weeks, hereby known as "the bitchy whiny moody weeks". The husband was quite wonderful, waiting on me. He cooked. He cleaned and he tried to stay out of my way.
This post is to record the 8 days it took for the pain to finally cease from putting weight on my left foot. Finally I don't cringe and whimper and I just want to record this in the event I grow a third foot that might need an Achilles tendon repair. Hopefully enduring two of these surgeries will carry me through to the end of my life.
I still have pain but nothing like the first seven days of trying to walk on this foot. Granted, I have pushed the recoup time to the limit. The first seven days were to be light weight bearing followed by the second week post cast to a little more weight and finally into the third week of walking with full weight bearing. I've scrunched that time up into 8 days. I'm wearing a boot as much as possible. The surgeon wanted that boot on whenever I was up and about. I haven't obeyed those orders entirely.
The swelling comes and goes. I do want to note the swelling. Ice packs are applied when I'm laying around...but swelling is to be expected since I'm 7weeks and 3 days post op and out of the cast only 8 days.
That's it..Just a blog for my memory. I'll forget these details so I want to record them before that happens.
Browsing through my posts on the 2010 surgery, I realized there was not much difference in this recovery period except for my attitude which sucks. Ask my husband. He will verify that I have been quite the bitch, moody and impatient and whiny. I should be embarrassed to even admit this but..truth is truth. I am what I am.
Today is 8 days post cast which kept me immobilized for six weeks, hereby known as "the bitchy whiny moody weeks". The husband was quite wonderful, waiting on me. He cooked. He cleaned and he tried to stay out of my way.
This post is to record the 8 days it took for the pain to finally cease from putting weight on my left foot. Finally I don't cringe and whimper and I just want to record this in the event I grow a third foot that might need an Achilles tendon repair. Hopefully enduring two of these surgeries will carry me through to the end of my life.
I still have pain but nothing like the first seven days of trying to walk on this foot. Granted, I have pushed the recoup time to the limit. The first seven days were to be light weight bearing followed by the second week post cast to a little more weight and finally into the third week of walking with full weight bearing. I've scrunched that time up into 8 days. I'm wearing a boot as much as possible. The surgeon wanted that boot on whenever I was up and about. I haven't obeyed those orders entirely.
The swelling comes and goes. I do want to note the swelling. Ice packs are applied when I'm laying around...but swelling is to be expected since I'm 7weeks and 3 days post op and out of the cast only 8 days.
That's it..Just a blog for my memory. I'll forget these details so I want to record them before that happens.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Left Foot, Second time around
For future reference, it started on August 8th, 2016. Surgery date.
I've whined and cried and cussed and whined some more. I have not coped well this time. March 19, 2010 I had a bone spur removed from my right heel and behind the Achilles tendon. Haglund's deformity meant the retrocalcaneous would be shaved down as well as the bone spur removed. To do this the Achilles tendon had to be detached and reattached using anchors.
Six years later and once again the familiar pain but this time on the left foot. A surgery, a s;ont for two weeks and then a cast for another 4 weeks, I rolled around on a knee scooter. One week ago I graduated to a "boot". Getting the cast off was a goal and one that I looked forward to with great glee
. It appears that I have forgotten the time it takes to heal. I actually thought, once in the boot, I would be walking around just as the rest of the world who enjoy full mobility. I forgot how painful it was to walk for the first time.
Today I went back to my March 2010 postings and read everything I had written about the first surgery. I noted the time, the pain and the frustration with this surgery. It helped. I can compare the first surgery experience to where I am with this recovery time. How could I have forgotten?
An ice pack graces my foot which is elevated. I've taken frequent breaks today and sat down to rest that foot. I've promised myself I will slow down a bit. I'm on target. It will heal. Eventually I will walk pain free. I've been pushing it too much. I wasn't supposed to be full weight bearing for another two more weeks.
Patience. I'm working on that virtue.
I've whined and cried and cussed and whined some more. I have not coped well this time. March 19, 2010 I had a bone spur removed from my right heel and behind the Achilles tendon. Haglund's deformity meant the retrocalcaneous would be shaved down as well as the bone spur removed. To do this the Achilles tendon had to be detached and reattached using anchors.
Six years later and once again the familiar pain but this time on the left foot. A surgery, a s;ont for two weeks and then a cast for another 4 weeks, I rolled around on a knee scooter. One week ago I graduated to a "boot". Getting the cast off was a goal and one that I looked forward to with great glee
. It appears that I have forgotten the time it takes to heal. I actually thought, once in the boot, I would be walking around just as the rest of the world who enjoy full mobility. I forgot how painful it was to walk for the first time.
Today I went back to my March 2010 postings and read everything I had written about the first surgery. I noted the time, the pain and the frustration with this surgery. It helped. I can compare the first surgery experience to where I am with this recovery time. How could I have forgotten?
An ice pack graces my foot which is elevated. I've taken frequent breaks today and sat down to rest that foot. I've promised myself I will slow down a bit. I'm on target. It will heal. Eventually I will walk pain free. I've been pushing it too much. I wasn't supposed to be full weight bearing for another two more weeks.
Patience. I'm working on that virtue.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
August 12, 2016 and The Rain Came Down
It started early Friday morning. That would be the 11th of August. Carrie had spent the night. My foot surgery was now 3 days in the past and I was mobile by use of a knee walker. Everything I do since that surgery now takes triple time. Carrie and I had rehearsed this new development and she knew she would be responsible for assisting her own school preparations. I had her lay out her school uniform, her socks, shoes and backpack. We were prepared.
Friday morning and as planned, I rolled to her bedroom on the knee scooter and roused her to start her day. Carrie is very compliant. She dressed, refused breakfast and grabbed her book bag and lunch bag as we headed for the car. Standing in the carport, we looked out into the pouring rain. Of course my car was not on the carport but parked out in the rain.
Getting into the car was going to take some effort. I would have to roll myself to the passenger side, get the door open, maneuver the scooter as close to the passenger seat as possible, slide off the scooter on one leg, hoisting that leg over the scooter while picking up my useless left foot and dragging it into the car all the while the rain is a deluge. This wasn't going to go well. Carrie had already unlocked the car and tossed in her book bag and lunch bag while trying to keep dry beneath an umbrella she grasped in one hand. Unsuccessful attempt at keeping dry, we decided to go back into the house and discuss a new plan of action while she got a new uniform shirt and relief herself of the drenched one she now wore.
By this time, I was contemplating just skipping the whole school experience. The husband walked into the room and announced that all the Lafayette Parish schools were closed. Carrie was back into her pajamas and settled in with the laptop before I could get my one shoe off. (I can't wear a shoe on the surgery foot side).
It rained and rained and rained. Throughout the day, into the night and the next day, the rain came down. This rain was not in droplets but in sheets. The coolies filled up, the road became invisible and the water crept toward homes and businesses. Reports were coming in of houses inundated with water. Eight inches in the homes, then 3 ft. with automobiles submerged and power lines down and the rain kept coming down.
What started Friday has now maintained it's grip on the southwestern part of Louisiana. Homes are ruined. It appears this is an historic flood, not seen since the early 40's. Records are being broke for water levels and flood levels.
We are mostly home bound with most of the roads in the area closed and impassable. The local TV stations broadcast videos of all the water and where shelters are open.
I watched as boats went in to the big new hotel on Pinhook Street to rescue the people staying there. The cars they used to get to shelter from this storm were now only visible by the rooftops. The locals were floating toward the hotel in their boats to rescue.
By Sunday the streets were lined with household furnishings, slabs of broken soaked sheetrock which once defined living spaces in the houses that flooded. Mattresses, sinks, cabinets and clothes left in waist high piles; boats and canoes beached now that only yesterday were pulling people from their homes, the cleanup has begun.
Carrie will be spending the next days In my home. The daughter's home and car were underwater. I mourn the fact that I cannot be much help to anyone during this time. I'm bound to the knee scooter waiting for healing from foot surgery. I watch the news reports and view the devastation around me while being extremely thankful my home stayed dry.
FEMA has already been activated and daily notices of the parishes awarded help has been broadcast informing flood victims of where to find help. It's going to be a touch couple of months coming up for the town of Lafayette and the state of Louisiana because the Rain Came Down.
Friday morning and as planned, I rolled to her bedroom on the knee scooter and roused her to start her day. Carrie is very compliant. She dressed, refused breakfast and grabbed her book bag and lunch bag as we headed for the car. Standing in the carport, we looked out into the pouring rain. Of course my car was not on the carport but parked out in the rain.
Getting into the car was going to take some effort. I would have to roll myself to the passenger side, get the door open, maneuver the scooter as close to the passenger seat as possible, slide off the scooter on one leg, hoisting that leg over the scooter while picking up my useless left foot and dragging it into the car all the while the rain is a deluge. This wasn't going to go well. Carrie had already unlocked the car and tossed in her book bag and lunch bag while trying to keep dry beneath an umbrella she grasped in one hand. Unsuccessful attempt at keeping dry, we decided to go back into the house and discuss a new plan of action while she got a new uniform shirt and relief herself of the drenched one she now wore.
By this time, I was contemplating just skipping the whole school experience. The husband walked into the room and announced that all the Lafayette Parish schools were closed. Carrie was back into her pajamas and settled in with the laptop before I could get my one shoe off. (I can't wear a shoe on the surgery foot side).
It rained and rained and rained. Throughout the day, into the night and the next day, the rain came down. This rain was not in droplets but in sheets. The coolies filled up, the road became invisible and the water crept toward homes and businesses. Reports were coming in of houses inundated with water. Eight inches in the homes, then 3 ft. with automobiles submerged and power lines down and the rain kept coming down.
What started Friday has now maintained it's grip on the southwestern part of Louisiana. Homes are ruined. It appears this is an historic flood, not seen since the early 40's. Records are being broke for water levels and flood levels.
We are mostly home bound with most of the roads in the area closed and impassable. The local TV stations broadcast videos of all the water and where shelters are open.
I watched as boats went in to the big new hotel on Pinhook Street to rescue the people staying there. The cars they used to get to shelter from this storm were now only visible by the rooftops. The locals were floating toward the hotel in their boats to rescue.
By Sunday the streets were lined with household furnishings, slabs of broken soaked sheetrock which once defined living spaces in the houses that flooded. Mattresses, sinks, cabinets and clothes left in waist high piles; boats and canoes beached now that only yesterday were pulling people from their homes, the cleanup has begun.
Carrie will be spending the next days In my home. The daughter's home and car were underwater. I mourn the fact that I cannot be much help to anyone during this time. I'm bound to the knee scooter waiting for healing from foot surgery. I watch the news reports and view the devastation around me while being extremely thankful my home stayed dry.
FEMA has already been activated and daily notices of the parishes awarded help has been broadcast informing flood victims of where to find help. It's going to be a touch couple of months coming up for the town of Lafayette and the state of Louisiana because the Rain Came Down.
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