I've been told by doctors and nurses that I have a high tolerance for pain in comparison to most other patients, so I can't even imagine what this foot pain must feel like to 'normal' people. For the most part, the pain meds have kept the pain to around a six or seven, but there have been many times that I've been at a 10 and it literally makes me cry.

The foot surgeon said that the surgery was more intense than he thought it would be. For example, he wasn't expecting to chisel and remove bone. My friend Erika wrote on my Facebook status that chisel and bone should not be used in the same sentence. She's on to something...

BJ has been taking Einstein to doggy day camp while he works, which has been great. I typically interact with Einstein all day, and that's not something I'm capable of doing right now. Going to day camp gives him something fun to do all day AND he comes home pooped out from all that playing.

I knew it would be frustrating to not be able to care for myself. I have to use crutches to get around and it's nearly impossible to use crutches and carry anything around. I try to multi-task when I need to get up to to to the bathroom or something, so I don't have to get up too much. I'm supposed to keep my foot elevated 24/7 and it's immediately evident why that's necessary when I get up to do something. The pain level shoots from a 6 or 7 to a 10 immediately.

Being waited on probably sounds pretty dreamy to most people, but it's HORRIBLE for me. I hate it. BJ's been very sweet about the whole thing, bless his heart. I'm just not someone who likes that sort of thing. I make a horrible patient.

My follow-up with the surgeon is Tuesday morning, with another one in one week after that. I'm guessing the second follow-up is when the stitches come out.

I'm rambling and so I'll stop here. I just wanted to check in so y'all know I'm alive and (not) kicking.