So, you know how yesterday I said, “I’m not sure I’ll have the stomach to look, much less take pictures, MUCH less post them, but… I likely will.”

Turns out I had the stomach. I :

• looked.
• was ecstatic.
• cheered.
• took pictures.
• (Or Llewellyn) took a LOT of pictures.

I’m not sure I’m going to post them, certainly not without an NSFW tag. Not because they’re gory, but just because some folks might have a problem with the sight of bandages, dried blood, antiseptic, and stitches. And rods. Sticking out of my toes. Rods. Seriously, they look like sausages on metal skewers…but… Rods!

The bandages come off tomorrow! I’m not sure I’ll have the stomach to look, much less take pictures, MUCH less post them, but… I likely will.

So far, I’ve found this process incredibly fascinating. I can’t wait to see my new foot.

Pain management has been adequate. My surgeon recommended doubling the amount of Percocet that I was taking, and that’s helped incredibly. I’ve gone from being in “my leg is on fire!” pain for 4 out of every 6 hours to a tolerable level of pain.

I had foot surgery yesterday. The surgeon did a fantastic job, and I can’t wait to walk again.

For now, I just need too tolerate the pain a bit. Nothing like having your entire foot feel like it’s burning up.

At 45, it seems surprising for people to hear that I’ve never had any type of surgeries or broken bones.

Other than Lasik surgery on my eyes back in 2002(?); Nope, never had any.

Well, 2022 and 2023 promise to change all of that.

This year–tomorrow–I’m having corrective surgery on my left foot, and either later this year, although quite possibly in the Spring of next year, I’ll have surgery in my right foot.

The phrase, “patience is a virtue” always struck me as a little wrong. while patience certainly can be a good thing at times, I prefer to believe that patience serves a use, but is no more valuable than anything else.

After all, patience is certainly of very little use if someone is about to eat something that they are allergic to, or is having a heart attack.

But that’s not really what I’m thinking about.

2020 already.

How the last year has flown.

A lot of changes.

Some players left the stage.

Some new players enter.

What will the future bring?

But, definitely for a good long time.

So, why mention it? My doctor mentioned that in my last two blood tests, my glucose was elevated. Elevated enough to classify as pre-diabetic.

So, either I make changes, eat better, exercise more… or I’m looking at eventually full blown type-2 diabetes.

And that would be bad.

So, really, it’s not an “either” case. It’s an “I have to make changes” case.

Like the song said, “Don’t worry, be happy”.

Please?

We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again, And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what’s past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge. – Antonio, speaking to Sebastian Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 2, Scene 1

I’ve been here before, standing at the edge of the water, wet sand between my toes. The water is cold, and I can feel the goose bumps climbing up my leg. The ocean is a dark green color, waves capped in white foam as they crash up against the beach, each wave reaching up on the sand to almost caress my feet.

You know that Bangles song, “[Manic Monday][1]”? It really feels like that today.

‘Anxiously’, although that sounds almost too strong, awaiting news. Although, perhaps “excitedly”, or “eagerly” might be better.

But, let’s be honest. I am both eager and excited. I am anxious.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been this eager. But, I can’t do anything to move things along faster. Things will either work out, or not work out. I can only sit and wait for now.