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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!

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PandaMom said…
Oh my word! I can only imagine the upcoming posts about this!!!
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
Melanie said…
Wow! Sounds like a lot for poor Brainy Boy to go through! We'll keep him in our prayers.
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!!!!
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.
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? :)

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