Beastmomma

Yesterday, I had another doctor's appointment. I was hoping really hard that I would be able to walk on my foot. They had told me that once the bone graft fused to the foot, the pin would be removed and this would make it possible for me to put weight on my foot.  When the old cast came off, I realized that my foot seems to be getting worse. There is just dry skin EVERYWHERE.  I could not stop scratching and each time I touched my foot, a lot of skin would fall.  The x-ray looked good. I am healing properly.  It was time to take the pin out.  The big purpose of my father coming was that he was going to hold me hand.  Instead of handing me his whole hand, he just gave me two fingers.  His strategy was that this way his hand would not hurt.  The process of pulling the pin out lasted about a minute.  It hurt A LOT!

Afterwards, I found out that I was getting a boot which can be removed, but I have to wait until the hole heals where the pin was which takes about four days.  Also, I found out that I CANNOT PUT WEIGHT ON MY FOOT for another three weeks.  This means I am still scooter bound.  I was SO frustrated and sad.   This will certainly cramp my style in Seattle.  I am trying to not be a baby about the whole thing.

An entertaining note, my father told a joke to the person who was taking out my pin and putting on my boot.  You really need to see the joke in person because it involves gestures.  However, the punch line is: "Wait. Fucking one minute."  The guy's face was priceless and he started laughing. It was entertaining to watch the whole thing unfold.