I spent Valentine's Day having surgery for hallux rigidus, and for the next week or so I'll be in bed with my right foot propped up while I pop pain pills every 4-5 hours. So far the whole ordeal hasn't been as bad as I'd expected. I go back to the doctor on Monday to have the sutures removed (I think -- I was under the influence of drugs when they told me so it might just be to check the sutures).
I can walk on the foot as long as I wear my cute little surgical shoe, but to keep the pain down, help prevent swelling and promote healing, I'm supposed to stay off it as much as possible. At least I can hobble to the bathroom and don't have to use a bedpan.
The DH has been a gem, keeping me supplied with cold drinks and meals in bed. He brings me the morning paper to read and he even sent me Valentine flowers a day early so I could enjoy them before I went under the knife. And thank goodness for the laptop with a wireless card. I am still connected to the world. I was even able to work on a proofreading job today.
Smarty Pants loaned me a stack of DVDs, I Tivo'd a bunch more movies off television and I have books galore, so I have plenty to keep me occupied. And this afternoon I even went through my files and pulled my tax records together for my accountant AKA the DH.
Heart of Dixie sent a beautiful vase of cut flowers and I can see them from the bed. They sure have brightened up the room. And thanks to everyone who has emailed to check on me. I appreciate your thoughts and prayers.
My latest pain pill is beginning to kick in good so I'd better quit before I begin to type gibberish.