So I just got home from the much anticipated first post-op appointment. I had been looking forward
to having the splint taken off and seeing what the hell this incision was going to look like. Having the typical ten day period fall right on Thanksgiving, my doctor said to come in seven days later (today), and we’d see what it looked like, and get into a fiberglass cast if we could Otherwise we would wait another week. For the past week I conjured up this image of what I thought it would be, and was anxious to see if reality would verify my image. After the nurse cut off the splint and opened it up, it was finally revealed, and it looked great. I was shocked at how clean it looked. It looked like the doctor had implanted a zipper up the back of my leg. No redness, no big fat scabs, just a nice clean incision with staples running down the length of it. After reading about people’s painful experiences with having the staples removed, I was bracing myself, but after she removed the first one without my even realizing it, I relaxed and the rest came out no sweat.
So, ten days in this cast, and then into another fiberglass cast with plantar flexion at as close to 0 degrees as possible for another ten days. Then it’s into a walking boot and the rehab process begins for real. It doesn’t look like my immobilization phase will be quite as long as I had anticipated, so I am stoked about that. The best of the day though….my doc gave my the go ahead to start doing some light anaerobic workouts! Wahoo! He said as long as I don’t over do it, and I don’t sweat into my cast which could cause dreaded infection of the incision, I would be fine, and my body would thank my for it. Maybe I’ll get one of those sweat bands and put it around the top of my calf.
Tomorrow we venture home for Thanksgiving via air travel. I’m looking forward to riding in those annoying electric cars they have that take the handicapped and physically impaired to their gates. I also reserved a seat in the bulk head row, so hopefully there will be enough room to get my foot up. I’m haunted by something somebody wrote about the swelling in their casts vaguely resembling a can of biscuits.
Happy Thanksgiving to everybody!