Meet my new friend

This is my new BFF, the special boot. It goes with my old friend, the special shoe. Stylish, isn't it?

In the left side of the picture you can catch a glimpse of my other new friend, the walker. Additional new friends, the crutches, are not pictured.

So. . . Surgery went well, but it was a pretty long day. Liz picked me up at 8:00, since I was supposed to check in at 8:30 for a 10:30 surgery. Then Doc Haase was running late so they didn't take me in until just after 11:30. Liz picked me back up around 2:30 then we went to get my drugs and some lunch. The pharmacy only had my antibiotic, not the good stuff, so we had to go back after lunch to give them a chance to call the doc's office and then fill the scrip. By the time I got settled into bed, it was already 4:30!

M was out of town last night, unavoidably, but when he left in the morning he put out double kibble for the cats so I wouldn't have to get up. Not surprisingly, Bat started in at 3:00 and at 3:30 Ozzie joined in with trying to get me up. Finally, at 4:00 I needed to pee anyway so I used the walker to manipulate my way all the way to the opposite end of the house. Guess what????? Full kibble bowls. Um. . . displeased.

Now I'm back on bed, have taken my next dose of vicodin, and can't sleep yet.

Unlike the surgery last February, where the doc went in through the top of my foot, this time she had to go in through the bottom, which means harder recovery. She had to cut the nerve back further, cauterize it, and wrap the end under the muscle. I'm supposed to be completely off my foot for roughly three weeks, then on crutches after that. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet and I'm already bored.

I have within arms' reach: laptop, kindle fire, iPhone, huge book of sudoku puzzles, at least 14 actual books, a large baggie of hexies and a handsewing kit, an ice chest full of diet coke and snacks, and assorted cats.

I've given myself a pass on work until Monday, since I probably will be constantly doped up until then, but at least I have work I brought home for after that, since I'm out of the office until MLK day at least.

Well, I'm sensing drug-induced rambling here, so I'll shut up now, leaving you with the saddest news of all- when we got back from surgery a lovely box from fabric.com was waiting for me. Liz opened it, and at least I got to see it and pet my new pretty fabrics, but now they've been tucked away in the craft room where I won't be able to play with them for ages. Sigh.