Title says it all. It hurt. Still does, as a matter of fact.
I have taken to wearing Crocs. As Stu noted, they are remarkably comfortable, and a bit addictive; my New Balance tennies are gathering dust in the corner. I had no other choice, actually; following the surgery, I was admonished to wear sandals, or an "open shoe".
Since I refused to subject the general public to the ghastly spectacle that is my post-surgical foot, I opted for the Crocs.
My bruises are quite splendid now, and I think that just like autumn leaves, they will finally begin to fade. I hope that in just a few more days, the only reminder of the entire expericence will be the scar itself.
That is scary-looking enough on it's own.
I wound up sleeping through much of the last ten days. I finally went past the point of being "caught up" on my sleep, and tumbled over into a state of perpetual sleepiness. I was groggy, grumpy, and lethargic all the time. The Wrench, and Twinks were endlessly patient with me. They fixed me clever little treats to tempt my appetite, and they fetched, carried, and pampered me cheerfully. There are no words to describe how grateful I am to both of them. They were awesome.
I am the luckiest Thim in the world to have them by my side.
As a side note, I did have some really *interesting* dreams. And no, I won't share them with you.
I want this Blog to remain G-Rated.
During my post-surgical recovery, my Mom called. She wanted to know if we would come over to Two Hours East this past weekend. Stepfather was going out to lunch with one of the Stepsisters and her husband, and Mom wanted to spend some time alone with us. The Wrench piloted the minivan, Twinks played her new Nintendo DS Lite in the back, and I enjoyed the scenery. We spent six hours with Mom - took her to lunch, admired their new cottage, drove around a little bit, but mostly we just spent time together. The four of us. That was probably more healing for me than any amount of sleep.
And now it's time to go about the business of getting Miss Twinks ready for school again. Clothing and shoes will be purchased. School supplies will be stockpiled. The summer is almost over.