Skip to main content

Foot Fodder

Today beings a series of way too many appointments for Brainy Boy's upcoming double foot surgery. He is having subtalar implants put in both ankles and he gets his preoperative physical today. Next Wednesday, he has his preoperative visit with the foot doctor, the next Wednesday, he has the surgery and the following two Wednesdays after that he has follow-up postoperative appointments with the foot doctor. Then begins physical therapy.

Seems a lot of to-do for a short outpatient procedure! The worst part is definitely going to be the 2 knee-high casts he wears for 2 weeks. He is going to be way too heavy to tote to the bathroom. And he's mortified that he may have to be toted - declaring it "degrading". But I'm not banging up my freshly painted walls with a wheelchair, NO I'm NOT!
Labels:

Comments

PandaMom said…
Oh my word! I can only imagine the upcoming posts about this!!!
3/21/2007 1:50 PM
Anonymous said…
Perhaps your "main man" can build some contraption...like those electronic chairs connected to stairs to help Brainy Boy get around :) ~ Jenn Jones
3/21/2007 2:15 PM
Melanie said…
Wow! Sounds like a lot for poor Brainy Boy to go through! We'll keep him in our prayers.
3/21/2007 2:57 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Hopefully the two weeks will zing right by for you both! You could always rent a wheelchair and then put bumpers of some kind on the wheelchair - like they do a boat - so he can't bump and mark up the paint. You can NOT carry him around or you'll be in bed beside him with your back out!!!!
3/21/2007 3:28 PM
Unknown said…
Oh Jennifer, I feel for both you and of course Brainy Boy. I hope the weeks to come fly by. For some reason I think there's going to be a lot more to it than the flying by though. I'll have you guys in my thoughts and many prayers too.
3/21/2007 4:33 PM
Rochelle said…
No weight bearing by Brainy Boy for 2 weeks huh? Sounds like a porta-potty may be in order if the wheelchair does work out....I'm sure Brainy Boy would really consider that degrading though, huh? :)
3/21/2007 5:47 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Little Chic's New Do

I have been bugging Little Chic to cut her waist-length hair for a long time. She did take about 4 inches off it about two months ago, and ever since, has been toying with the idea of something drastic and cool. Today was the day! I love it, but it's a little sad too--seeing how it makes her look all mature and teenager-ish.
4 comments
Read more

Stickin' It Out

I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha
19 comments
Read more

"Huncle" Dave

This guy's my uncle. He's 8 years older than me. With my dad being the oldest of 10 kids, my grandma still had kids at home by the time my dad was getting started with life. This guy was my hero when I was growing up--sort of the big brother role, but with a little more novelty than a constant bully and boss hanging around. He certainly did his share of bossing and bullying, but I took it all in stride since I thought he was an incredibly big deal. Since he was the youngest of 10 kids, but older than all the grandkids, he took full advantage and made the best of his position in life. One aspect of him being more 'mature and world-wise' was that he required treatment of proper respect and authority. Thus, I, and my cousins, were expected to boost his ego by calling him by his rightful name "Huncle". This classy moniker had the unique combination of the relationship (uncle) and his self-proclamation of him being a teenage 'hunk'. Since growing up,
8 comments
Read more