And The Saga Continues...

I can't believe I missed another blogging day. I already screwed up NaBloPoMo in February! But, I do have a good reason. I had unexpected foot surgery. LOL! OK, here is how it went down. Yesterday I had my first Monday off since my hours were cut. So, I made the appointment to see the specialist to finally clear me of having cellulitis in my leg. It was my last appointment. The one basically where they get another co-pay out of you to tell you something you already know. Anyway, I thought it was going to be easy. I should have known better. But, for the past few days my big toe on the right foot, you know, the foot that is attached to the leg I had the cellulitis on, has been killing me due to an ingrown toenail.

I'll put it the most gentlest way that I possibly can. Let's just say my big toenail, literally the length of it was growing sideways (right side) into the side of my toe. It was pushing my skin out and it was purple, infected, and leaking stuff that I will not get into. The specialist said, "your cellulitis is clear but I am sending you to the podiatry surgeon immediately." He was scared because the infection was on my right foot (toe) that it could easily start the cellulitis up again. So, he wasn't kidding. He left the room, called the doctor and they took me right then and there as an emergency.

This man was amazing. He was one of the sweetest doctors in the entire universe. I thanked him a hundred times for seeing me and helping me. I told him he is now a part of my "medical dream team". Let me set the scene folks. How funny is this - this doctor is obsessed with Frank Sinatra and the NY Yankees. All he has is Frank Sinatra playing in his office during all his office hours which was verified by his assistant who says she doesn't even hear it anymore. I do not knock the man because I would be playing Elvis music if I was in his shoes (forgive the podiatry pun..LOL). The sweet nurse called me to the room and meanwhile I'm nervous because good Lord I have an infection in foot attached to my post cellulitis leg AND I've never been to a podiatrist before. My hubby was with me and I kept insisting that he was going to amputate my toe. I was joking of course, I had to so I wouldn't be nervous. My hand to God as soon as I sat down in the quite cozy chair, a song was finishing of Frank Sinatra. I lean my head back and I hear, "And now...., the end is near....and so I face the final curtain." That was it! I sealed my fate.

To make an incredibly long story short. It took two hours, three huge needles, literally freezing my toe enough to perform surgery. He had to take 1/4 of my toenail off on the right side (up and down) and the part that was growing into the side of my toe. My hubby watched the entire thing (and held my hand). I left there with a huge wrapping on my toe and foot and he put this boot-like sandal on me. He was so cute because he took my sock and was stretching it like a father would trying to fit it over my wrapping so my foot wouldn't be cold out in the 20 degree weather.

I go back in a week for him to look at it. In three months he will do it again (ugh) but that time since it won't be infected, he is going to "kill the root" so it doesn't grow back into the side of my toe again. Thank God. I've had a problem with that toe my whole life but just kept cutting the top corner off and out of my toe with a nail clipper. I never knew it was growing in the entire side of my toe.

So as you can probably imagine, I came home and had to keep my foot elevated. I was totally drained from my entire afternoon of doctors. I took a sleeping pill and went to bed. This morning I woke up to snow and a throbbing toe and took the advice of my doctor and called my boss and explained what happened and used one of my sick days. I'm SO glad I did.

That is my saga everyone. Never a dull moment with me these days. I'm glad I took off because it snowed six inches today. Tomorrow in the morning I hope the super will take care of our walkway because I have to walk in a podiatry boot to my car. There is no way I can get my foot into a sneaker for at least a week with the swelling and the wrapping. It won't be fun to sit with a wet sock all day.....hmmmm...unless I bring a change of socks. (mental note to self)