It Is Better To Give Than To Receive.
The above statement has always been how I have felt. It’s so easy for me to offer to help anyone who is need of it. I might not be able to heal their medical problems, make their sorrow go away or heal a broken heart. However; if they allow me to cook for them, keep them company or run an errand to lighten their load at least I feel like I helped. It’s not so easy for me to be on the receiving end of this. I don’t like to burden others with my needs and knowing that, hubby Tom gave me a little pep talk about allowing people to help us during my recovery time. I have to remember that if I let our family and friends help it takes some of the pressure off hubby Tom having to perform as a super hero!
Foot surgery took place bright and early on Wednesday morning. The prep started at 6:00 am and I was in the OR by 7:00. We were greeted by the nicest group of nurses both male and female. My surgeon was chipper and upbeat as well and we had a good feeling going into surgery. It took about and hour to perform bunion surgery and a metatarsal osteotomy on the second toe. Surgery went well. As usual I had a bad reaction to anesthesia even though they did everything they could to prevent it. I still had severe nausea and spent double the time in recovery before I was stable enough to ride home. Kindness matters – the care and concern of the nursing staff was amazing. The follow up call the next morning was a nice touch. Thankfully hubby Tom has good bedside manner and the patience to deal with a highly medicated, slightly crabby, slow moving, nauseous patient. He spent my first night at home sleeping on the blow up mattress so he could be near me as I attempted to sleep on the couch. He set the alarm so he could give me pain meds every 4 hours – what a trooper! Each day presents a new learning curve as we figure out how to bathe me without getting my foot wet, washing my hair in the kitchen sink while I lie on the kitchen counter and what pant legs will fit over the heavily wrapped foot. We end up laughing quite a bit at the predicaments that we find ourselves in. Laughter is good medicine.
Pre – surgery photo showing a lot of calcification on the joint of the big toe. The second toe metatarsal bone is longer than the others which causes the weight to all be shifted to the second toe instead of the big toe. This mechanical issue was causing inflammation and pain on the underside of my foot which felt like I was walking on a marble. It also was causing the second toe to draw up and well on it’s way to becoming a hammer toe. I was diagnosed with capsulitis of the second toe.
Post surgery, the calcification has been removed, the second metatarsal bone has been shortened and now has a screw holding it in place. The hope is that now the weight will be placed under the big toe where it belongs and I won’t feel like I’m walking on a marble. The big toe should be straightened out and less painful. Shoes will fit again! Yippe on that.
I am allowed to put my weight on my foot as long as I have the special shoe on, but I only get up if I have to as it starts to swell immediately so right now propping my foot is a priority. I can’t get the foot or the bandages wet – not easy to bathe but we have figured out how to make it work. Note that the second toe is now shorter than the big toe – so strange to see it look like this!
The roasted vegetable galette that daughter Katy made for us. Beautiful and delicious. Recipe coming soon. Daughter Katy has been here several days, cooking for us, attending to my personal needs and keeping me company. She is such a wonderful cook and fearless when it comes to trying new recipes. I am quite happy to be one of her taste testers!
Mom and dad sent a fabulous Edible Arrangement with chocolate dipped pineapple, berries, apples, grapes and sweet melon slices to round it all out. A little chocolate dipped fruit is good medicine! The chocolate dipped pineapple is one of my favorites – o0hh so good! This is one of the best gifts ever. It just screams happiness as you enjoy each delicious bite. I was a good girl and shared my treats. Thanks Mom & Dad!
My friend Carrie came and stayed with me Friday morning. She was kept busy getting me pain meds, water, washing my eye glasses, putting on and taking off the ice pack AKA a bag of frozen peas – best ice pack ever. I’m not sure how coherent my end of the conversation went as I remember at times I couldn’t think of the right words to say! Pain drugs will do that to you. Thanks for the TLC Carrie! Days two and three post surgery were my worse days. Nausea came back with a vengeance and I could no longer tolerate the pain medication. Yesterday our friend Linda brought over a delicious dinner that hit the spot – complete with a bonus bag of homemade granola and mandarin oranges to be enjoyed at another time. Thank you Linda!
This morning I woke up craving eggs for breakfast. Hubby Tom scrambled an egg with some egg whites and chopped Canadian bacon served alongside a toasted sprouted Ezekiel English muffin. For lunch I was craving meat and salad greens so he happily grilled steaks, oven roasted broccoli and baked off some frozen scalloped potatoes. I sat at the table with my foot propped up on a chair and made a delicious tossed salad with pecans, Gorgonzola cheese, grapes, baby greens, chopped kale and fresh pear slices. For dessert we shared some frozen New York style cheesecake that hubby Tom thawed out. After days of eating saltine crackers it feels so good to eat real food. Thanks for the good eats Tom.
Today is a good day, I feel rather perky and thanks to hubby Tom for his help, I got my hair washed, dried and straightened. It took all morning to accomplish this one task but it made me feel like a million bucks! Thank you hubby Tom.
Text messages, emails, phone calls and comments here on the blog and the Nutmeg Notebook facebook page containing well wishes and prayers for healing have been pouring in and I thank all of you for your care and concern. I feel the love!
Although I still believe that, It’s better to give than receive - I also know, as my blog friend Sharon pointed out to me “It often means as much to the caregiver as the receiver”. Keeping this in mind I have not turned down any offers to help. You can teach an old dog new tricks!
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