Scheduling

So the surgery is taking place Thursday, June 7th, or 364 days after I first hurt this bad boy, or one day before my birthday.

The good news is that I will be on some very excellent drugs for my birthday. Nothing I wanted more this year than to be high as a kite! Well, perhaps that this would have gotten better months ago like it should have, but I digress.

Mom, who I'd managed to hold off from coming so far, has taken over dad's traditional role of Helpful but Overreacting Parent, and is coming out for the surgery.

It will likely take me until she gets here to get this place clean enough to prevent her from having a heart attack at the sight of it on arrival. And she'll still say "God, this place is filthy!" no matter how long I spend cleaning it.

You Knew This Was Coming

It's official: I need surgery. Sometime next week, not sure when yet. Whee!

It's pretty insane how much my left leg atrophied over three weeks. It really looks like it's from a different person, particularly when compared to my right leg which has been carting my fat ass around all this time.

I'd post pictures but a) the pictures don't really capture the difference and b) my leg still looks pretty hideous given that it was imprisoned for weeks.

The small solace is that I can at least hobble in the boot until the surgery. The pegleg will sit to the side, since I'll need it for another 3 weeks after the surgery. But for now: Hobbling.

The leg hurts like a motherfucker (I'm sure all the muscular atrophy isn't helping matters there), and I'm still supposed to keep it elevated pretty much all the time, but at least I can take out the trash now.

Yay?