Thursday, 19 January 2017
Today I limped back to the hospital for my first check up. It was my first outing in 2 weeks. Quite emotional really, in particular the moment when I realised I'd need a black bin bag to actually get into the car (easy to slide round). Any unknowing onlooker may well have wrongly assumed that I had an incontinence issue and were taking no risks!
All was fine and I returned home to continue my recovery. First outing though will be to town to buy some shoes to replace the nasty footwear that the hospital provided. Unfortunately though the doctor has given me a strict guideline on what I can wear, basically it's going to be men's trainers as they need to be at least 2 sizes bigger than my usual size as I can't have anything touching the pins. I'm not sure they do men's trainers in baby pink, but I will look...
Saturday, 14 January 2017
Finally the day of my surgery comes around, along with the nerves. I'm asked numerously if I still want to go ahead. I'm hoping this is standard hospital procedure rather than fate trying to tell me something. I'm sorely tempted to change my mind, but I'm not sure that cancelling with a couple of minutes to spare is the done thing.?? (Is it?) All I kept asking myself was "could wait until I'd swum Windermere?" And perhaps I should postpone it, but there was never going to be a good time to have this done, and so needed to just get on with it.
|Both feet done? Check!|
Home the following day in the most awful footwear that I need to learn to love, to start my recovery...