On February 2nd, Katt and I will have our 14th anniversary. 14 years together. Oh my! It still seems like yesterday that we met, and I can still feel the fresh faced 20 year old I was when I met her inside me each time I look at her. I knew in my heart after meeting her that she would be the love of my life. She was my first love and she is my present and my future love.
We’ve been through a lot together; much of it very good, and some of it very bad. Throughout it all there’s always been ‘us’. I take a lot of comfort and pleasure in ‘us’. Through experience I know that our commitment to each other is strong and that no matter what happens we’ll always be there for each other.
She’s my girl. I absolutely adore her. I love the fact that we’ve made the choice over the years to grow together rather than apart. We plan our loves together every day.
What can I say? I’m not sure there are enough words. She is my one great true love.
I am a very lucky man indeed.
Ξ January 30th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
I took my cast off. The bloody thing was driving me batty. Itchy Itchy itchy!
The bandages underneath were soaked with dried blood. I must have been bleeding up a storm for the first day or two. My foot is a lovely shade of black and blue, and it *is* swollen, although not overly so. I’ve got a 1″ wound with stiches on the left side of the arch/ankle and a 1/2″ wound with stiches on the right side of my ankle. The only part of ym ankle that actually gets sore is the 1″ line of stiches if I kneel in such a way that the skin around the stitches is pulled.
I am much happier without the cast, though I do have some guilt about taking it off. I like to follow Dr’s instructions as much as possible. But that damned ITCHING!!
Oh, I did put a bandage over my stictches and wrapped my ankle with the tensor that was around my cast. My ankle is held in place quite well. Having the ankle more accessible means I’ve been able to apply a cold pack and actually have it have an effect on my ankle. The cast never let any cold through so this will certainly benefit me.
All rationalized justifications for taking the cast off 7 days early? Yup. But also true!
Pthhht!
Ξ January 30th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
Crutches SUCK!
I tried to go to the dentist with Katt and I got less than a block before the pain under my arms from the crutches turned me back. Fuck. I have my own dental appointment tomorrow, so I guess I’ll have to take a cab. The appointment is only a few minutes by cab, but much too far for me to get there on crutches.
One more week and I will be allowed to walk again. Given that I have no pain now and that I can move my ankle in my cast (it’s a flexible cast), I think I could walk fine now. I ‘d be trying to walk already if I didn’t have the little voice, that suspiciously sounds like Katt’s, urging me to follow my Dr’s orders. The cast also keeps my foot at a wierd angle so when I do put my foot down I end up being on my toes. Not so good for walking.
I did call my surgeon and leave a message asking if I could take the cast off. It itches like a son of a bitch and my foot feels fine. We will see what he says.
Fun. errr… Yeah.
Ξ January 28th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
I just realized I’ve had my comments turned off for weeks. Hrm. That was dumb of me, since I was wondering why nobody had been posting any comments. Doh!
I don’t have much to write about, other than my ankle. It feels much better. Getting around on one leg is more challenging than I anticipated. I’ve made a few trips on crutches to the corner store to get cola and a newspaper and by the time I get back I’m drenched with sweat. Maybe I’m not using them right, but they require a lot of energy and concentration to use. Carrying anything is a major hassle. On my way inside today the right crutch slepped on a patch of water in my lobby and I jammed my bad foot into the ground for balance. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but thankfully it felt a fair bit better within a few hours.
I’m not used to being this limited, physically. Thankfully it’s only for a few weeks. I’m tired of being a one legged beast!
I’m lucky enough to have a friend coming over to help me around the house tomorrow. I have laundry I desperately need cleaned, but I can’t get it to the laundry machines. I am SO happy she is coming to help!
9 more days until I get my cast removed and I can walk! Woo!
Ξ January 26th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
I’m feeling quite considerably better this evening. I think the percocet was naughty, so I won’t take it anymore. My ankle pain has gone down a lot too. Instead of a consistent 6-7 it’s now about a 4, which spikes occasionally, but is very manageable. It was neat how I started to feel much better within a few hours.
I am hopping around quite hoppily now. I got up the ladder to the loft my using my good leg to push me up, and bracing on the ladder with my right knee. I got down the ladder much the same way, except I braced myself with my ass. Best of all I got up and down without ankle trauma! Woo!
I even got into the kitchen and unload and loaded the dishwasher and threw away garbage on the counter. Woo!
So tough. Grrrrrrrr!
Ξ January 26th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
OwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOwOw
I now understand why the Dr’s recommend staying on your back for a few days post surgery. I got up to pee (ironically after the percocent I’d taken right before bed wore off) and just standing up and having all the blood rush to my ankle causes a high level of pain. On a scale of 1-10 it was an 8.5. Now that I have taken more pain meds it’s dulled to a 6.5 with fluctuations up to 8 if I adjust my position at all. I will try to go back to sleep once it goes back to a dull ache, which I hope will be soon.
I have to say again how awesome Katt is. She heard me rummaging through the percocet bottle and woke up enought to offer me a hand getting anything I needed from the kitchen. She is very sweet to me.
The pugs are also, remarkably, being very lovey to me. Iggy is being very careful to stay close to me and even offers me toe kisses every so often when I stir to let me know he knows that I’m not feeling well. Dogs are oftenvery sensitive to that, I find. I’m not sure Bella quite gets what is going on, but she is hppy that I am lying down with her. She is a very cuddly dog and loves to snuggle.
Ohhh… the pain is down to a steady 7. I can concentrate up to about 7-7.5… past that and I have to shut my eyes tightly and wait for the feeling to pass.
Ok. Enough whining.
Ξ January 25th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
Ankle sore. Crutched my way to the bathroom, sat down, rested foot on ground *gently*, and my ankle is now swollen and it hurts like a motherfucker. I popped a percocet about 10 minutes ago. So far no reduction in pain. If it’s still this bad in another 10, I will pop a second percocet. I’m supposed to be taking 2 every 4 hours. So far I’ve been taking one every 6.
Motherfucker hurts like a sonofabitch.
Ξ January 25th, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
My ankle surgery is over. Woo! All in all is was as pleasant an experience as sugery can be. The worst part of the surgery was getting the IV put in, and that barely hurt at all, so it truly was a good experience. Katt was superawesome, waiting for me and helping me keep distracted while I was waiting so that I stayed relaxed.
The surgery took place in a private plastic surgery clinic that my Dr uses to perform these surgeries. It was luxurious compared with my other experiences in St Pauls or VGH. There was even a little LCD TV in the pre-op room I could have watched. Neato.
The surgery itself was 90 minutes long. After the surgery my Dr. told me that he took off all the bone spurs and cleaned up the lesions of the cartilage that the bones spurs left. He didn’t get the bone chips from my subtalar joints. He said that the subtalar joint looked good and that he couldn’t reach in with the scope.
I was really groggy after surgery. My throat was sore too. It took me 45 minutes to feel steady enough to transfer from the stretcher to the recovery recliner and anohther 45 minutes to be able to be able to stand long enough to transfer to a wheelchair so I could get a cab to go home. I got some heavy duty pain meds when I woke up from surgery; some demerolthrough my IV and two percocet orally. Holy shit did that make me nauseous. It went away mostly until I got in the cab, and the cab ride made me so nauseous I almost puked in the cab. I managed though.
I had a nap when we got home. I woke up about 20 minutes ago and I feel WAY better. My foot is swollen like a balloon now. I have a partial cast on my foot so I can’t see quite how much it is swollen, but I can feel how turgid it is.
I am to be on crutches for two weeks until I see the Dr again. At two weeks he will assess me and see if I can weight bear again. At three weeks I get to see a physiotherapist to aid with regaining mobility.
So I’m all done. All that’s left to do is heal. Yay!
Ξ January 23rd, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ General |
I got my surgery time today. I have to be at the clinic at 7:45am on Wednesday. Erg. That is awfully early. At least I know I will be the first patient of the day. The doctor will be completely refreshed and attentive and won’t make any mistakes at all. Yeah.
I have two movies to watch during my two days of mostly laying on my back with my leg in the air. I bought Emily Rose and Superstar. Those should keep me entertained, along with all the books I have to read.
Tomorrow, I have to do a grocery shop so we have food for a few days and take L to the Dr for an appointment.
Katt gets the pleasure of bringing me home after surgery. It’s day surgery, but I will be under a general anaesthetic so I’ll be too groggy to get home on my own, supposedly.
Exciting. Can’t wait for it to be over with.
Ξ January 22nd, 2006 | → Comments Off | ∇ Memes |
 |
|
The Black Angel
|
| People Iced: |
Thirty Three |
| Car Bombs Planted: |
Eleven |
| Favorite Weapon |
Rope |
| Arms Broken: |
Four |
| Eyes Gouged: |
Nineteen |
| Tongues Cut Off: |
Three |
| Biggest Enemy: |
Rude Ruby |
|
Get Your HITMAN Name
|
|
Next Page »
