Hmm, Sunday sure evolved into Tuesday quick. Anyway, I'm back, a little worse for wear. I don't even remember the surgery-one moment I'm cracking jokes with the anesthesiologist just as he's shooting Propifol into my IV line, the next moment I'm in the recovery room with my right foot bandaged from toe to ankle. NOW I know why Michael Jackson loved his "Milk"-damn,talk about KTFO!
The podiatrist said it was a bit of work-breaking the first and second toes of the right foot, inserting pins in both, and reducing the bunion. The second toe had been broken in a previous surgery 5 years ago and was "a mess" in my podiatirst's words. The foot is bandaged up, I'm wearing an orthepedic shoe, and for moving any great distance I'm doing so on crutches. During the day I'm up for an hour or two, then asleep for three or four hours, compliments of the Percocets the doctor prescribed. I'll be doing this until next Thursday the 30th, when I see the doctor and have the bandages taken off. At that point Doc decides if the pins come out of the toes and I get cleared for work-right now I have a 50-50 chance of being out another week, but we'll see. Later, folks.
"Can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin.
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to."
"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."