
My first attempt at attaching a photo to my blog...This is my Andrew Warhol that I took of the Kman and myself when I first got this state issued computer. I think it's cool...printed it even and put it up on my fridge...Now that I know how to do this, I will have to post some more.
So, the ankle is done....another cadaver graft was stitched into the split down the middle of the achilles tendon to help stabilize it more. The surgery was a success, and I had no pain at all the day and night I had it done....all the way until the next day....then....OUCH!!!! It feels like the second surgery now...where he nicked the nerve....burns like crazy and I got very little sleep last night because I couldn't keep up with the pain. I finally got enough drugs in my system to dull it though.
Called Mom, and said it was scheduled out of the blue, and I just wanted to get it done....had a case of the "guilts" after DeeDee told me Mom said her feelings would be hurt if I didn't call her to come up and take care of me. I sugar coated it nicely, and she came up today with two bags of food (a chicken and some crabmeat, and she even brought mayo.....like I don't have any in my house-Come ON!!!). She fixed me some lunch, sliced up the chicken, and even made some chicken salad. I think she must think I can't do anything myself, but really she should know better by now! Oh well, I do appreciate the ease of a couple of meals anyhow. She said she didn't want to go when it was time for her to head back home....I kept saying I was fine, and I am. She even offered to open a bottle of wine I had in my fridge before she left...Uh, no...I am on some heavy duty drugs here and the last thing I need is to be "over served" with alcohol AND Oxy's!!!
So, it was relatively painless visit...except for the continuous natter about Aunt Evelyn...which continues to go on and on and on!!! Whatever!
Catch you all later....still not sure about the weekend party in Beverly yet. A change of scenery might be good though...hmmmmm. We will have to wait and see.
Kim