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Now, I'm not trying to make a political statement. I like Katie Curic ok? I'm even intrigued by Hillary Clinton as President. I just happened across This Website when I was looking for Rosie O'Donnell photos on Google. I thought it was sort of funny, so I put it on. I'm a fan of smart women...Democratic and Republican. Don't hate the player. Don't hate the website.

Fake Dinosaurs and Pigmy Hippos

While searching at school for a science picture for a presentation, I came across this website/blog http://www.inkycircus.com/jargon/science/index.html that first grabbed me with the great photos. Then, I read several posts, and I'm pumped to read the rest. Maybe it is the science nerd in me, but this site is awesome!

3 Weeks Post-Op

As you can see, my toe is straighter. But, don't get used to that view because this foot is back in the cast as I sit here typing this to you. I'm still on crutches with NO WEIGHT allowed. I was able to snap these pics in the doctors office as they cleaned it up, changed the dressings, and took x-rays. The doctor told me to start some resistance exercises. But, no walky-walky yet.

The ironic part of the visit was that his nurse/medical assistant looked at me sort of with a thinking look, then she said, "He put you in a cast?"
I said, "Yeah. You don't see many casts in here?"
CJ said, "No. For bunions? No."
So, I'm not sure what that means, but I'm thinking I must have been a pretty darn severe case. I'll be keeping the updates flowing. So, check back soon if you like nasty feet!

P.S.S.'s For those of you interested:

He used stiches on the inside so they don't have to be removed, and supposedly I'll have a lovely scar.

It hurt like heezey when he did the resistance business. I think doctors like that stuff. I know I would.

Hide And Watch...What?

Now that I've been in a wheelchair and on crutches for three weeks. I have sympathy. I have empathy. I've been thinking about it for like 20 days: Man, people in wheel chairs have it tough! But, I didn't want to say that because I didn't want to act like I really knew what it was like. I mean, I know there is an end. But, I'm going to say now that I've got a whole new prospective on folks that live in wheelchairs. I totally give props to them. I mean, I'm about to freaking lose it.

I'm so frustrated at this cast of non-walking-ness that I want to scream or throw stuff or cut my forearms with razor blades. Ok, sorry, that got a little too dark. Seriously, I'm so angry at my current hobbled situation that I am close to falling into a mini depression. Thank goodness there is an end in site, or I would totally fall off the edge of sanity. So, here within this post, I tip my virtual 40 to all the peeps keepin' it real in the 'chairs. Yeah, I just got wheel ghetto. This post is already making me feel better.

I go to the doctor this week. I'm not getting my hopes up of getting this cast off. It will probably be one more week. Still, don't think I won't try to wow the doctor with toe antics and flexibility. I'll put my best foot forward.

Last thing...
Hear me now. Believe me later...
This cast has made me realize that once I'm able to walk again, I will not complain about shit for like at least 6 months. I thought taking care of Scout was hard when I was walking. Well, not anymore sportsfans. That will be a walk the stinking park. Literally. I thought feeding the animals and filing papers was hard when I was on two feet. I've seen the errors of my thoughts. Hide and watch I say: I will be a busy happy worker bee come walky time.

Fat Elvis, Skinny Elvis, Dead Elvis...Happy Birthday

We went to Chuy's to celebrate a couple of birthdays: Charlie is the old age of 26 and Elvis is, well, dead. But, if he were alive he'd be 72. There was only one Charlie, but there were several "Elvis's and Priscilla's" in the house. The Elvis impersonator made time fly while we waited for a table. Chuy's in my favorite restaurant because of the food, and it didn't let me down. Charlie wasn't afraid to order the Elvis Memorial Combo plate. I was so excited that she went for it. We got some Twinkies for dessert since they were on the house in honor of The King.

Charlie...you make a great Elvis face. But, those Elvis's must have thought you were looking more like Priscilla!

Seriously...A Wheelchair?

So, here I am...in a wheelchair. Yeah, the doctor called the day after surgery and said, I'm sending a wheelchair over to be delivered. I was like, "uh, I don't...um, a wheelchair?....uh, I don't think I...." Well, yeah, I'm totally using it now. I guess he knew what he was talking about because it does get old crutching around. But, man the wheelchair will make you feel like you are seriously crippled. I hop around the house, crawl around on the floor, and then I wheel around the house. I even wheeled down the street today...I totally looked like a 'tard. But, I'm on doctor's orders to not put any weight on my right foot at all for like 4 or 5 more weeks. So, there is the cast, and there is the no weight. It stinks being crippled.

My view of my foot in bed for the past 3 days.

Thank goodness my mom and Scott are taking care of the baby, because this is no way to mother.

Bunion Update

I'm typing this post from the bed...I'm in the same position I was in last year at this time...bed rest. However, this time it isn't because I squeezed an 11 pounder out, instead I'm laid up because of foot surgery.

The surgery went well. I took lots of pain meds the first 24 hours because I could feel a nasty pain down in there trying to bite me. But, I'm past the severe pain part now.

So, why am I still in bed you might ask??

Well, I can't put any weight on my right foot for FOUR WEEKS! I didn't realize this. I thought when he said cast for 4 weeks, that you know, I'd be like walking in it after a week or two. Yep, a wheelchair was delivered to my house yesterday. The doctor said he wanted me to have it because it can get really tiring on crutches for a month. I'm like...a wheelchair? ahhhhhhhhh!

My goal for tomorrow/this weekend is to be up on the crutches and in the wheelchair around the house. I've only used them so far to go to the potty. So, don't invite me to go dancing on New Year's anybody, unless you want to dance with a cripple in a wheelchair....

Double Ostectomy

It is official. The day after Christmas, I will be going under the knife...er saw to remove some bone from my right foot. They are actually set to made two cuts. Cut one will be up in that nasty knot on my right foot. Cut two will be lower down on my metatarsal on the right foot. After further review of my x-rays, the doctor has put these babies in the severe catagory, and he is pretty sure that I'll be in a hard cast for 4 weeks. That is why I can't get them done at the same time...I wouldn't be able to walk...I'd have to wheel. I can't wait to update this whole process here on my blog. So, keep tuning in. For Christmas, I'm dreaming of straight nice feet!
And, if you are wondering...yes, it hurts.

Last Week's Icy Rain

Scott took this picture last week of our house with the icy-rain/teeny bit of snow. We've put a few lights up, and we are ready for Christmas.