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PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Posted by Sharie H. in San Diego on 7/14/00 at 16:06 (023344)

Okay, Okay so I was a little nervous... Having prepared for Armageddon, I set up a 'survival card table' containing 10 new books; a couple different kinds of sweet things in case I starve; hand crafts I can do that don't require me to get up and walk around; nail clippers and other nail supplies; hair supplies; toothpicks; tissues; mirror; remotes; all my glasses i.e., readers, old readers - in case my new readers slip down in the cushion; special close up craft glasses, etc.); reading lamp, writing material; magazines; cat brush; fork and spoon, (just in case); police scanner; pain medication; water bottle; .... let's seeeee, I must be missing something.

Surgery time: 7:30 a.m. July 12, 2000. No food or water after midnight the night before (well, that shot the hell out of my midnight snack! - (Jusssst kidding) I went to bed with visions of the possibility of not having the PF foot pain anymore, which had become a 'pain in the bum' for two years. After falling asleep at approximately 4:30 a.m., I had to wake up to leave for the hospital at 5:00 a.m. I was feeling the normal amount of apprehension as my husband and I took off for the hospital. Checking in, and pre, pre-op prep was smooth, efficient, and fast. There was some down
time (before actually going to the surgery room area) where I reclined in a wonderful recliner and watched the morning news. My husband Dennis was reclining in the other recliner reading the paper. After an EKG, (required for anyone over 40), BP, and temp done by a 'perky for 5:30 in the morning' nurse I was asked to 'empty my bladder'. Now, why don't they just say 'time to go tinkle'... but at their request I 'emptied my bladder' When I got up, the ties for the hospital gowns (one opening in the back, one over that one opening in the front) had been dunking themselves in the porcelain pond below, oh dammit! I wasn't sure whether to wring them out, ewww, or walk out holding them in my hand to request new gowns, or just let them drip at my sides, ewww. After obtaining new gowns, kissing my husband - I was escorted to the elevator and to the pre-op area outside the O.R. Okay, NOW was when I wanted to see my anesthesiologist to make sure he gives me the 'I don't know where the hell I am' dosage of sedation. I had not seen him yet, and he hadn't called the night before when I was going to beg him to sedate me with an almost lethal injection of something. Meanwhile a
wonderful little Philippine nurse hooked me up to an IV with a hardly
noticeable little prick in my hand. I nervously chatted (okay, maybe too much) with her and learned of her entire family life. I have a way of drawing life histories out of people. Noticing that 7:30 a.m. was only a few minutes away, I became anxious that I was not going to be 'out' in time to go into the operating room (I had heard some people weren't out and in fact experienced the injections in the foot). After the nurse was finished, and I was laying there staring at the clock, I realized the curtain next to my rolling table moved back to reveal a Greek God in a surgeons hair cover, with black curls peeking out here and there - Oh, my heavens, I died already! Behind glasses were eyes that told this ancient child he could sedate me without any injections. My anesthesiologist introduced himself. I have no clue what he said his name was! I expressed to him my concern of not wanting to be aware when wheeled into the O.R. I
was not having a general anesthetic only sedation. He casually leaned on the side rails next to the IV talking to me in a
voice that would soothe stormy seas and assured me I would be just fine. As he chatted with me, asking me questions

.............. I opened my eyes to find the surgery was over.

WAIT, did you hear that? The surgery was over! I didn't get to feel
anxious when being wheeled in the O.R. I didn't get to worry, or cry or yak too much to fill up nervous space. This wasn't fair! Oh bless that Greek God's little heart, his eyes took me to into la la land. Okay okay, so I am being a tad dramatic.... but you have to know this was dramatic stuff (to a patient).

After realizing the surgery was over, my right footsie was wearing the most up to date fashion boot in designer blue and I felt terrific! The nurse informed me I would be transported back up to the intake pre-op area where I would get some juice and something to eat. Well, now I know I am in heaven! Back upstairs to the room with the recliners, I was given some apple juice with ice, and a delicious fresh raisin muffin. Appearing at the door of this room was my very own Adonis with a smile and a kiss but I had my mouth full of raisin muffin so he hit the cheek which was going to have to do until a bit later : ) The physical therapist's aid brought in some crutches
and taught me how to use them. HA! lets seee, is it the good foot up with the crutch or the bad foot up first with the crutches last... oh well I will figure it out.

Having been advised before surgery by my foot doctor that my foot would probably not wake up for 12 to 24 hours, I was feeling absolutely wonderful. My sister provided me with a wheelchair which has turned out to be simply necessary. Some immediate challenges that presented themselves: going to 'tinkle'. Getting on the porcelain bowl was no problem, but how the heck do you get off it? My husband asked me to please not use the oak wooden towel racks! The wheelchair was a had rolled a bit too far away, and my cats were
freaking out with all the new apparatus around me, i.e., crutches, wheel chair, and my unusual behavior. I did find that if I used the basin counter area, and the wall I could hop off the pot, and fly into the wheel chair. This morning I did just that only to have my hand slip on a towel on the basin counter causing my favorite lipstick to fly into the toilet as I got up. It went whirling down. Drats.

Now, I am telling you... my husband is a jewel in the finest sense of the word. He stayed by my side all the first day. While he snuck a nap on the sofa recliner, I decided to cook dinner. With the wheelchair and a lot of scoots, by gosh dinner was fixed! In advance of my surgery day, I had purchased a lot of easy to pop in the micro dinners for him to make things easier. Talk about over reacting....sheesh! Keeping in mind the foot has not awakened yet. Why this is a snap! No pain, feeling great... Rock on!

This, the second day... has still been wonderful... did I mention that in the night an uneventful trip was made on crutches to the ladies room? Thank God the towel rack stayed in place! Foot still hasn't awakened. Wow, this is a breeze. Determined to make it up the stairs to where my computer is, and while hubby is outside I spent some time trying to decide the easiest way to do this. Okay crutches are not going to work for me. Never did get the rhythm of what goes first etc. So on the knees woman! and that was just
super. First time to use my knees in this fashion, and hey, hands and knees are cool. My cats followed me up the stairs and then ran past me to pause at the top of the stairs. I'm sure they feel I have now gone completely cat crazy and am now walking like they do.

SO, here I am sitting here at my computer... oooh probably for about two hours, sharing my first two days with you. The hospital just called to do a follow up and asked me if my incision was ok, or was it bleeding etc. I took my boot off for the first time and there was a bit of bleeding going on. But she said that was okay, and to keep my foot elevated at all times. I began to feel tingling in my toes before the nurse called, and now about 45 minutes later I feel a sensation of pain. Uhmm I think maybe I will go back to my survival table and sofa recliner and elevate my foot. Well, down
the stairs I go, this time bum action. owww, this is getting a tad
painful.. do you think the foot is waking up?

Honeyyyyy, are my pain meds still on the survival table? Cool, coming right down!

Thanks for listening. Talk to ya in a few days. To my PF internet support friends, You have been awesome... Karen, Nancy and Bob.. thank you so much!

Sharie
in San Diego, Calif.



Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Sharie on 7/14/00 at 16:14 (023345)

Darn, when I pasted my story up it got all scrunched together... hang in there and sorry about that! But, I think you will be able to relate. *smile*

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Pat M. on 7/14/00 at 17:37 (023349)

Sharie,
I hope that everything is going alright. I'm sure things are waking up by now. You're survival table sounds pretty great. I do have to ask...do you by any chance write for a living? If not, that might be a good PF friendly occupation!!! You have got the knack.
I thoroughly enjoyed your surgery account. Please keep us updated. Maybe your computer should be on your 'survival table'.
Good luck,
Pat M.

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Mimi in SC on 7/14/00 at 18:39 (023351)

Sharie,

You put a smile on my face today. I don 't when I have enjoyed reading anything as much as I did your
Armageddon description.

Best wishes in your recovery from the surgery. Your positive attitude, humor and your unique way of seeing
life will go a long way in your healing.

Your are gifted writer and we all will enjoy reading any future posts.

Mimi is SC


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Mimi in SC on 7/14/00 at 18:55 (023352)

Sharie,

You put a smile on my face today. I don't know when I have enjoyed
reading anything as much as I did about your Armageddon.

Best wishes in your recovery. Your positive attitude, humor and
your unique way at seeing life will go a long way in your healing.

You are a very talented writer and we all look forward to future
posts.

Mimi in SC


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

SuzanneK on 7/14/00 at 18:59 (023353)

Oh my goodness, my side and my cheeks hurt from laughing out loud! Thanks for sharing in such a funny way - brought back memories of my surgery June 1. I can relate to the potty and the survival table! However, I had a general and was mostly out of it for the first day and a half, sleeping off the sedative. BTW, my pod is the Nordic god-type, with long blonde hair. There's something to say for 'easy on the eyes' when you are hurting! Hope your recovery is smooth and uneventful!

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/16/00 at 19:28 (023404)

Dear Suzanne,
thank you so much for taking the time to read my story (PF Means Perfect Feet (until the meds wear off!) and I am so glad you enjoyed it. I really knew other PF surgery friends would be able to relate. I appreciate your kind comments, and take care, I hope you are feeling well, and painfree.

Thank you again
Sharie


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/16/00 at 19:30 (023405)

Dear Mimi in SC,

Thank you ever so much for the message, and I am so happy you enjoyed my story (PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!) I have a feeling you could relate in one way or another : ) I would very much like to hear how you are doing, and what you have been through. Please feel free to write to my email addy: sharie@san.rr.com. I will answer you and it is nice to meet you : )

Sharie


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/16/00 at 19:32 (023406)

Dear Pat....

Thank you ever so much for writing a message to me, and I am so pleased you liked my story PF Means Perfect Feet - (Until the meds wear off!). I would be very interested in hearing about what you have gone through.

No, I don't write for a living, but I love to write about real life experiences. But gosh, thank you for the lovely compliment!!

Take care, and again, thank you
Sharie


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

JudyS on 7/17/00 at 20:17 (023467)

Sharie I've giggled so much reading your story that I'm sorry I didn't check in to the Board days ago! And I ditto the idea that you should be a writer! How are things going this week?

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/17/00 at 21:11 (023474)

Dear Judy S.

Thank you for writing. I am four days post surgery, and I feel GREAT! Very little pain, only when I loose footing and land on it! : ) Went to the podiatrist today first post op visit, he said off the foot for five more weeks or so, and things looked great! Using a wheelchair is a Godsend. I tool around like crazy and am pretty independant except when I want extra attention (teehee)!

Judy I am happy you enjoyed the story, I felt sure other's would be able to relate!


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Sharie on 7/14/00 at 16:14 (023345)

Darn, when I pasted my story up it got all scrunched together... hang in there and sorry about that! But, I think you will be able to relate. *smile*

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Pat M. on 7/14/00 at 17:37 (023349)

Sharie,
I hope that everything is going alright. I'm sure things are waking up by now. You're survival table sounds pretty great. I do have to ask...do you by any chance write for a living? If not, that might be a good PF friendly occupation!!! You have got the knack.
I thoroughly enjoyed your surgery account. Please keep us updated. Maybe your computer should be on your 'survival table'.
Good luck,
Pat M.

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Mimi in SC on 7/14/00 at 18:39 (023351)

Sharie,

You put a smile on my face today. I don 't when I have enjoyed reading anything as much as I did your
Armageddon description.

Best wishes in your recovery from the surgery. Your positive attitude, humor and your unique way of seeing
life will go a long way in your healing.

Your are gifted writer and we all will enjoy reading any future posts.

Mimi is SC


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

Mimi in SC on 7/14/00 at 18:55 (023352)

Sharie,

You put a smile on my face today. I don't know when I have enjoyed
reading anything as much as I did about your Armageddon.

Best wishes in your recovery. Your positive attitude, humor and
your unique way at seeing life will go a long way in your healing.

You are a very talented writer and we all look forward to future
posts.

Mimi in SC


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

SuzanneK on 7/14/00 at 18:59 (023353)

Oh my goodness, my side and my cheeks hurt from laughing out loud! Thanks for sharing in such a funny way - brought back memories of my surgery June 1. I can relate to the potty and the survival table! However, I had a general and was mostly out of it for the first day and a half, sleeping off the sedative. BTW, my pod is the Nordic god-type, with long blonde hair. There's something to say for 'easy on the eyes' when you are hurting! Hope your recovery is smooth and uneventful!

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/16/00 at 19:28 (023404)

Dear Suzanne,
thank you so much for taking the time to read my story (PF Means Perfect Feet (until the meds wear off!) and I am so glad you enjoyed it. I really knew other PF surgery friends would be able to relate. I appreciate your kind comments, and take care, I hope you are feeling well, and painfree.

Thank you again
Sharie


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/16/00 at 19:30 (023405)

Dear Mimi in SC,

Thank you ever so much for the message, and I am so happy you enjoyed my story (PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!) I have a feeling you could relate in one way or another : ) I would very much like to hear how you are doing, and what you have been through. Please feel free to write to my email addy: sharie@san.rr.com. I will answer you and it is nice to meet you : )

Sharie


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/16/00 at 19:32 (023406)

Dear Pat....

Thank you ever so much for writing a message to me, and I am so pleased you liked my story PF Means Perfect Feet - (Until the meds wear off!). I would be very interested in hearing about what you have gone through.

No, I don't write for a living, but I love to write about real life experiences. But gosh, thank you for the lovely compliment!!

Take care, and again, thank you
Sharie


Re: PF means Perfect Feet - My Story by Sharie H.

JudyS on 7/17/00 at 20:17 (023467)

Sharie I've giggled so much reading your story that I'm sorry I didn't check in to the Board days ago! And I ditto the idea that you should be a writer! How are things going this week?

Re: PF means Perfect Feet - (until the meds wear off!)

Sharie on 7/17/00 at 21:11 (023474)

Dear Judy S.

Thank you for writing. I am four days post surgery, and I feel GREAT! Very little pain, only when I loose footing and land on it! : ) Went to the podiatrist today first post op visit, he said off the foot for five more weeks or so, and things looked great! Using a wheelchair is a Godsend. I tool around like crazy and am pretty independant except when I want extra attention (teehee)!

Judy I am happy you enjoyed the story, I felt sure other's would be able to relate!