toes above nose

I'm officially on the the mend now.  I was very fortunate to get an appointment with the surgeon on Monday.  He scheduled my surgery for Wednesday, and I was in and out in just a few hours.  I'm on bed rest until the end of September, which means I'm typing while laying down.  But I'm two days into it, and I'm feeling hopeful.  Only 9 months and I'll back on the court playing tennis.  The doctor has a detailed plan for the next nine months, and from what I heard I may be putting some weight on the leg by Halloween.  I'm ready to get this plan going!

Robert has been taking good care of me, and his mom has even come over when he's gone in case I need anything.  I can't quite get around on my own yet, but I'm so close.  

One of my three classes this fall has a group discussion component.  When we were trying to figure out a time to meet this week, I mentioned my surgery on Wednesday and asked for Tuesday, the day before, or for Sunday.  The surgeon told me once the nerve block wears off, even with pain medication, there will be a couple days of pain.  Well, in less than 24 hours, my group all came together and decided to meet on Tuesday.  So, I'm still caught up on my assignments.  So much to be grateful for.  

The only thing that's kinda rotten is that my girls are in doggy daycare right now.  Prior to the surgery, Josie would still very carefully get in bed with us at night.  Right around the time I was ready to fall asleep, she would get down, which is what she usually does.  But for the week prior to my surgery, I would wake up and she would be back in bed with us, snuggled as close to me as she could get!  We couldn't figure out what was going on.  Then one night, Margo woke up Robert because she needed to go out.  While he was waiting on Margo, I gave a yelp of pain in my sleep.  He said Josie didn't even think twice.  She gracefully and soundlessly jumped up on the bed and was by my side in seconds.  

This is the same dog who acts like a whirly dervish, the first dog we've had who is a complete baby and wants to be treated as such.  She is also 100% Robert's dog.  I can't even begin to tell you how loved I feel right now.  But her need to make sure I'm ok is why she's out of the house for a few days.  Even though I'm on bed rest (toes above nose) for two weeks, I'll be turning some kind of magical corner around Monday.  And then we can figure out how Josie and I can snuggle without her plastering herself to my booboo.

Though it doesn't sound like much of a difference, a boot and a splint wrapped in what feels like the entire stock of guaze at any given Walgreens is a pretty mighty difference.  I'm a fairly strong person, but it feels like I have a damn anchor made of cement down there.  It's also unwieldy and both Robert and I are terrified of it.  I didn't have fond feelings for the boot, but I will be happy to see it again in two weeks!