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English: podiatric surgery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Tomorrow afternoon I am having surgery on my foot. It’s no big deal but I do get about two weeks off of work to recover. Twenty years have passed since my last surgery. I’m generally a healthy guy. This surgery is to correct a sports injury, as was the surgery twenty years ago. So far in my life any bad health has not been due to anything falling off or sickness. I consider myself fortunate.
If I were totally honest, I would have to admit that I enjoy all the attention I am getting due to the impending surgical procedure. Family, friends, coworkers have all been lavishing me with well wishes as well as just plain joking with me about my condition, imitating my limp, sending me pictures of screaming feet, things like that. They give me a chance to solicit pity and incite mayhem by exposing my foot to show off my injury. I put a picture of the foot on Facebook and even here last week.
I don’t care if there is physical pain. What hurts already is the notion that I may not be allowed to ride a bicycle for three months. I am thinking that my other leg is going to be real strong soon. There is no way I am going three months off of the bike.
The preparation has been fun and I am already nearing spoiled status:
- I have Angry Birds pajamas to wear tomorrow.
- I went out last night to the local outlet mall for two hours and bought myself some cool looking orange/black Adidas running shoes to wear.
- My space on and around the couch is carefully arranged for me to claim it for the next few days. Chargers for my iPod and laptop battery are already in place. Pillows and blankets are strategically stashed.
- A friend of mine brought me his collection of the Jack Reacher series of books.
- The dog has been trained to bring me pop from the fridge. I’m still working on him bringing me fresh glasses and ice.
- My son has received specific instruction to make sure the video game controllers and headset are fully charged before he leaves for school each day.
- I had the doctor write a note for my wife, giving instructions that steak must be served to me every day for dinner.
- There are plans for many blogs, likely to be written in the fog of pain killers. I will not share.
- Elizabeth Perkins, my longtime celebrity crush, will be visiting me each to administer daily rub downs. This one has not made it through the spousal approval process as of yet, but I am working on it.
- I am working on my whining skills. It should come natural. I am male, after all.
OK. I’m done.
LOL!!! I see it in my minds eye … Angry Birds pajamas and all. Photo!!!
You men are so alike! Whining won’t be a problem … you’ll sound like a pro 😉
Good luck tomorrow! I’ll be thinking of you 🙂
Thanks. AND I AM NOT WHINING!!! So there. Ha. And when I am able, you will get a photo. At the moment, it’s getting tough to sit up long enough to hold my laptop. Waaaa.
I hope it all goes perfect and to that you have the fastest ever recovery from this procedure so that you are out there on your bike in a matter of weeks. I wish you good fortune with your requests but as they say we are to be careful for what we ask. Have said a little prayer and will again when ever it comes to mind for both the surgery and the requests. Milk it mate for all you can!
LOL – thanks! I am definitely going to milk it for all I can!
ps – Interestingly enough if you were catholic you could be praying to St Peter (the Apostle) to intercede for you as He is the ‘patron saint of feet problems’. Perfect for you!! He is also the patron saint of other things, among which are longevity (thats a handy one) and Watchmakers (???) – all the others are kinda boring except he is also the parton saint of the papacy which I guess is of no use to you what so ever!!
Should Peter be the saint of another appendage? Just sayin’.
Today was surgery day and I truly hope all went well. The pain will come and then be gone and you will soon be pedalling your little heart out again. Can’t wait to see the drug induced blogs. You KNOW you’ll post ’em :P~
LOL yeah, but now I am getting used to the drugs! Thank goodness for them, though, because I would be in pain otherwise. The surgery involved a plate, screws, and pins. I can’t see what was done yet and they really knocked me out, so I didn’t talk to the surgeon afterwards.