Well, Here We Go

Just a brief update this morning--you know how I said the ER people had said, "simple fracture, probably no surgery will be required"? Well, I had my appointment with the orthopedic surgeon yesterday, and he said, "A cast won't immobilize it enough for it to heal properly."

(He also complimented me on setting my own fracture--he said I got everything pretty much lined up correctly. I wasn't aware that's what I was doing at the time--I just couldn't bear to look at my foot being bent at such an unnatural angle . . .)

So, though I wasn't expecting it, all of a sudden I'm having surgery--today--this morning--in about three hours.

They're going to put a plate in it. If you want to see what I think they're going to do, search on YouTube under "fibula fracture," and you'll find a smooth, clean, tidy animated medical video.

So, let's see . . . by midday, I'll be done with surgery and feeling fuzzy and hopefully-not-too-terribly queasy from the anaesthesia, and my ankle will undoubtedly be going, "boom-boom-boom," with little invisible lightning bolts and stars flying out of it. Let's hope the pain medication does its job.

Will I have to spend the night in the hospital? They don't know. I guess it's a wait-and-see thing.

So, as I'm writing this, I'm propped up in bed, warm and comfy, with very little pain, anywhere. I really, really don't want to get out of bed today.

Yes--the only reason I'm looking forward to today is technically, because it's in the future.

Wish me luck!