If there is one difference between my right foot surgery compared to my left foot surgery, it’s been the pain. Or rather, the great deal less pain.

My left foot hurt a lot, and I was taking pain medication fairly regularly for at least the first month. I think I was at taking 1 Percocet every 6 hours that entire month, especially after I started working again. The hours of remaining sitting with my leg propped up did not exactly feel great.

Since the left foot went so darned well (no, seriously, my surgeon was fantastic and recovery went really REALLY easy), it’s time to do the other foot!

Yeah.

Ok, enthusiasm off for a moment–don’t get me wrong, I am most definitely enthusiastic about this. Otherwise, why go through the entire painful process all over again.

I’m not looking forward to months of being completely reliant on other people for transportation. And I don’t mean just having to use the scooter if I want to move from point a to point b, no, I mean more the whole “if someone doesn’t drive me to where I want to go, I’m not going”.

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.