Monday came and went...

*** Caution This Blog post contains pretty gross pictures of my broken ankle****

Ouchy!

I was so happy for Monday. 2 important things were happening. 1. I talked with my professor at grad school and I will be able to complete my semester. Praise the Lord!! And 2. I was going back to the surgeon. So I took a quasi-shower and got dressed. It took so much longer than that sentence gives it credit for... Anyways got looking decent and my girl, Kayla came and picked me up to go. So first there are the stairs-my sworn enemy. I have found the best way to deal with those jerks is just to "scoot" on my butt. Not glamorous but it gets the job done. So Kayla pretty much pulled her car up to my front door- what would the HOA say? (The answer is I don't care) and we got me into the car. She has glorious leather seats and I was able to slide in without much problem. So we get to the surgeon's office and I have just resigned myself to riding in a wheelchair. Because crutches suck- it takes so much energy for me to just get out of bed much less use crutches.

The Death of me

My Xray- all jacked up

 So I get wheeled to my appt and the nice tech started unwrapping my foot- not so bad... then we saw how super disgusting it really was. Zombie foot. That's what it looked like- But the surgeon, Dr. H comes in and the first thing he does is touch my foot. To which I said "OKKKK! you are touching my foot" He looked at me like I was crazy but seriously just say Hey I am about to touch this brace yourself... Anywho he says I am good to go for surgery- when do I want it? I said what are you doing in 20 minutes and he said seeing patients... Geez at least humor me. So I said tomorrow is good. Fine- he sent his nurse in to schedule everything.  Done and Done- Oh wait they have to re-wrap my ankle.  BOOOOOO! This part really hurts because they make me dangle my foot off the bed. In my defense I only called the guy who was wrapping it a jerk- there were a lot of other names I was considering. But now that I'm home in bed I realize he really wrapped it good. So thanks jerk guy :)

Super Gross and Smelly

So as it turns out I have to have a pre-op from my family doctor. Dr. H's nurse said they didn't even want to give me an appt for this week. I am  about to lose it. The only thing standing between me and surgery is my family dr's office?? So we schedule surgery for Thursday and I have an appt today @ 1:45pm with the family doctor and boy howdy are they gonna hear it from me. I did call yesterday after we were leaving to see if there was anyway on planet earth we could get in yesterday. I even started faking crying, which soon turned into real crying when they just couldn't get me in. So alas, today's gonna be fun.

Just a gnarly bruise

The bright side in all of this is Dr. H's office is right across the street from my favorite restaurant Carabbas. So we picked up some dinner to go and finally made it home. This whole process, going up and down the stairs, talking with the dr, the car ride were just extremely exhausting. And I have to do all that again today and Thursday, but Thursday I'll be coming home with new hardware in my foot and be on the road to recovery. So that's something.