A crisp sunny, and beautiful morning at Bedlam Farm. This is the final preparation day. First, at 9 a.m., I get my pre-surgery check-up and meet with Dr. Daly, who will perform the operation on Wednesday. Then I see my primary care nurse, Amy Eldridge, who will give the final clearance for the surgery. Then Maria and I will head for the supermarket to stock up for the week.
I’m bringing my fudge and chocolates to the podiatric nurses to thank them for all their work on my toe. I’m grateful. They couldn’t save it, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. We’ll be back around lunchtime, and all the preparations will be done except for moving some things around tomorrow. I have to be careful about falling and tripping, etc. I guess it’s really going to happen.
More later.
This weekend, after moving to a new rental house, I wanted to move a birth bath. It was not made of concrete, but the base was filled with concrete. Whether this thing was damaged in the move or just badly built: when I lifted it by the bowl, the thing came apart and the base fell right onto my big toe, where it meets the foot. Good Lord, I thought it was fractured! It was not, I think. I have hurt it before by stupidly kicking our old house’s front door because it stuck and I forgot that winter was over and I was no longer wearing my firm winter boots. Then, as well. I figured it was broken. There is arthritis in it for sure and maybe the extra artryhritic bone protected me this time. It hurt like hell but it is getting better, however, the toe no longer bends. And it is blue. I can see now where the concrete hit is. Sigh. All of this to tell you that it made me think of you and your big toe. I think I will have to see a podiatrist, once it no longer hurts acutely and ask if I need inserts or something. I was wondering how your foot trouble started. Was it an injury or did you feet were naturally flat or just grew flat with age? I love my big toe, you know, I love all 10 of my toes in fact, and if there is anything I can do to hold on to them… I would do it!
Good luck, once more, not so much on Wednesday, but in the recovery weeks that follow. I pray that you will be able to handle the pain and will be jumping around joyously all summer…
Nicky, thanks for the good wishes, sounds like you need to see a doctor, good luck with it…jon
Your post reminds me of something I often tell myself when I am preparing to speak in public, or waiting for a medical procedure, etc. –
“This is like riding bulls. You don’t get ready. It just comes your turn.” Buck Crofts, Cowboy poet.
Thinking of you.
There’ll be lots of thoughts and prayers for you that all goes well for you, and for Maria, too.
You can ride that bull like an old pro. You’ll be back in your rodeo clown outfit in no time at all. You have the bull by the, ahem, balls. Glad to see you moving forward & praying for your speedy recovery.
You have so many depending on you. Not in your nature to let them down.
Life happens. Best wishes.