Leading up to surgery, I was overly optimistic. Four to six weeks off of work? I will get sooo much stuff done. I’ll knit a bunch of hats and scarves, I’ll have time to catch up on my reading, I’ll watch all the documentaries in my Netflix queue and do some design work I’ve been wanting to do.
Boy was I wrong.
When I’m not in a drug-induced nap, I’m watching marathons of “The Office,” “Parks and Recreation” or “SpongeBob SquarePants” on Netflix. I’m playing stupid games on my computer or iPad. The only thing I’ve knitted so far was a cover for my cast to keep my toes warm.
Speaking of my toes… we have a little situation going on. As you can see (sorry, gross, I know)… my toes are a nice bluish purple. That’s from getting up to go to the bathroom and let the dogs outside. I was up for maybe 10 minutes total and my toes went all cray-cray.
Apparently, I’m now getting into the crazy swelling stage of recovery, where if you don’t have your foot elevated, everything swells and starts to turn colors. This could go on for a couple of months. MONTHS. WHAT THE HELL?
BTW, the orange is from the betadine they put on you to sterilize everything before surgery. At first, my leg and toes looked like I got a bad spray tan. Now it just looks gross. Add in the blue toes, and we’re on the way to getting a rainbow.
Anyways, when my toes swell up and get blue, they also get super tingly and uncomfortable.
So that’s awesome.
And on top of that, I have been feeling lonely. I’ve had a few visitors (thanks, guys!), but I just feel secluded because the couple of times that I have left the house I felt exhausted the entire following day. Life is going on for everyone else and I’m here, sitting alone at my parents’ house. Ok I’m not really alone – I’m just that crazy hermit lady holed up in a house alone, with three dogs.