And here I sit...

Well, actually I should have said "lay".

It has been 11 days since my surgery. I have layed on this couch almost 24 hrs. a day, for 11 days. And, being the lucky gal that I am, I have 10 more days to go!

So here's what happened:

I went to the doctor because my foot has been hurting for a while now, and I noticed that the bump on the side of my foot seemed to be getting larger. He took x-rays and then told me that a bone in my foot had shifted 16 degrees, causing the huge bump, and it was starting to form a bunion.

What I was actually seeing was the head of the bone that attatched to the joint of my big toe.

The cause you ask? Well, that would be my lazy ligaments. When I was younger I thought that being hyperflexible was a great thing; I never broke a bone (I would just bend instead), tumbling was a breeze, and I could paint my toenails with my foot facing me. Seriously, how could this be bad??

It's bad. Truly.

Now, as an adult, I have 3 bulging discs in my back and flat feet (which caused the bone to move) to show for my lazy ligaments.

So it was surgery for me. Of course it didn't go as planned. The bone had shifted much farther than he initially thought (apparently I was supposed to put all my weight on my foot during the x-ray. Go fig'.) causing him to have to take more bone out to correct the curve, and he even had to take a wedge of bone out of my big toe to make it straighten out. Lovely.

But wait... there's more.

This past Wednesday, just when I had weened myself off the pain killers (I'm paranoid of becoming addicted), and was starting to feel better... I developed a rash on my tongue, and white spots down my throat. I went to the doctor who told me that I have thrush (caused by preventative antibiotics my surgeon had me on) and a bunch of ulcers (caused by a virus) that are occupying my esophogus. Lucky, LUCKY me!

So, here I lay... with a heavily bandaged left foot, downing medication and counting down the days until I can FINALLY get the pin removed and hopefully walk again. (Oh, I didn't mention the lovely green headed pin sticking out of my foot that the doctor will remove sans anesthesia? Silly me!) The ability to swallow comfortably would be nice too, but I don't wanna push my luck.