I had my 7 week post-op, sub-talar ankle fusion appointment today. I have had a couple of good days of playing my favorite game of "What If", and had all kinds of scenarios going through my head. What if I had a failed fusion? What if the incision didn't heal correctly? What if I had little blisters all over my heels and sides of my foot? What if my foot fell off when they took the cast off? Yeah, I know, that last one was kinda dumb, but when you aren't sleeping well, the imagination can be a scary thing.
The doctor seemed extremely pleased with my progress so far, and liked what he saw on my x-rays. At this point I was beginning to relax and scold myself for playing too much "What If". The he says he's going to put me in a boot (YAY, big ugly boot), but he wasn't quite ready to let me walk on it just yet. WTF? Talk about being deflated, though the full impact of that didn't truly hit me until a few hours later.
I'll head back down to see him again on July 11th for more x-rays, and then take it from there.
My thoughts on this are kind of scattered right now. What if (yes, I know...) my fusion is going to fail? He never mentioned anything of the sort, but I do know from my vast experience with my ankle that putting some pressure on it will help solidify the fusion. Then the love of my life (who is truly the most rational person I know and doesn't feed into my hysteria) mentioned that he just thinks the guy is being ultra conservative in his care. That actually makes the most sense (see, I told you he was rational). My surgeon is a pretty straight laced guy, and has been pretty laid back and conservative in all his treatment since I've started seeing him, so this is more than likely the main reason.
So, I have 19 more days of the crutches, the knee walker, being taxied to and from work, laying around and not being able to help myself do much.
The good in all of this though, is that I do have the boot, which gives me some feeling of freedom. I am finally able to let my foot air out which is a very wonderful feeling. Once the dead skin and bohemian look is gone (tomorrow - I don't think I can stand myself for much longer with this hair, I mean, I can practically braid it and bead it like they do in the Caribbean) I will post some more pictures. They gave me a disk with all my x-rays on it too, which is so cool, and I can show ya'll where I got screwed!!!!
19 days isn't that long is it?