So we’re at the one week mark already, how time flys when you’re having fun.

The past week has been quite the roller coaster, most people in their lifetime would seem themselves as unlucky if they have surgery once in their life. I fronted up for round two a year and week later.

This time around i’ve got off a bit easier, it’s just the forefoot part that doesn’t like me right now. This means that I can for the most point heel-strike walk.

I’ve been trying to do without crutches and in reality my gait and balance are kicked so far out of kilter I have no choice to use crutches or over longer distances the knee walker. If I walk without crutches I stress other parts of my body which is bad as that may lead to injury. There was talk of dropping to once crutch, this won’t work either my balance is soooo out.

It’s been about a 5 week process to go from first surgical consult to surgery. Far better than last time. I’m really hanging out for suture removal, I’d like to see what scars I’m going to be left and to try and get my toes moving again.

My foot is heavily bandaged and that causes its own problems.

Right now I’m not permitted to put the operated limb on the floor without the post op shoe on.

That means should I wake over night, if I want to go to the loo I either have to go non weight bearing or put the shoe on and then go.

Showering is now also a major drama. I have to place the foot in a bag and then shower siting down.

I first experienced this last year (having to shower sitting down) it’s an odd sensation but when it’s the only way to clean yourself then you jump at it. I got all emotional last year, I had a shower chair delivered the day after day surgery. I’d been through a rough time and just being able to shower comfortably and safely meant so much.

The only problem I have right now is sleeping. I’m going to attribute that to the stress of my father coming home.

I’m still hyper emotional right now, I think that has to do with the aggressive pain management that was administered when the nerve block wore off.

I had an independent coup, using my father’s power wheelchair I got myself to the local shopping centre. Quite an achievement which I’m so proud of myself.

I think this time around I’m struggling mentally and physically. With my father ill for what will be 7 weeks in hospital on Saturday his return home is not the end of the situation.

My Father will require ongoing care for the next few months.

Any how I’m confident we’ll both make good recoveries.

Until next time.