Hi. Going to keep this short today, because I'm up to my ears in alligators at work and elsewhere.
Today is the seventh anniversary of my mom's death. It's always a sad day for my family and me, and this year I miss her more than ever. Since Darren left me, I've so often wished I could talk to my mom, have her say something to comfort me, help me feel that that things will be all right again some day. I know, despite how bleak things look right now, that I'm going to be okay. But I'd like to hear it from her.
In other news, tomorrow morning I have my third ankle reconstruction. I'm dreading the surgery itself, but I'm so eager to put this whole nightmare behind me. My friends and family will be tremendous help these next few weeks, and I'm grateful to have so much love and support.
I've also had encouraging news regarding my post-op schedule. I'll be in a surgical cast for two weeks, but then I'll be switched to the Aircast boot. This time there won't be 6 weeks in a nasty, scratchy fiberglass cast. Better still, I can start driving once the surgical cast comes off. I'll be glad to be less dependent than I was after the first two ankle surgeries.
So onwards. First we heal the ankle. The heart is a work in progress. Bones mend faster. (Well, at least they're supposed to.)
Once I'm off the good drugs, I'll post an update. Or maybe I'll post one while I'm high as a kite. Can't really vouch for what narco-WG will do.