Yes! I -am- alive!

I'm just now getting used to all of this, though. We've moved the puter a couple of times in our search for something resembling "comfortable enough to do for more than 15 minutes", and we've settled for a spot next to the bed where I can put my foot up.

The surgeon was very pleased with the surgery. The bone fragment was on the same side the incision was made, so it didn't have to be searched for at all. The bone itself got debrided, which basically means he scraped away the dead bone cells until he got to living ones so that the bone could re-grow itself. And finally, he described the ligament as a rubber band that had been too stretched out and what he did as cutting a portion from it and sewing the loose ends together. It made for an easy mental picture, anyway. Much better than the actual ones I found when attempting to research the surgery. (Seriously. Don't ever do that if you're gonna have something done. I didn't sleep for days. *shudder*)

Most of that, I learned second hand from Mike, who says the surgeon spoke to me in post-op first. Honestly, I don't remember that. I remember waking up to the pain in my foot and begging the nurse to put me back to sleep. Yes, yes. I'm a pain wuss. It had been bad enough that the first nurse I had in pre-op mutilated my hand as she tried to put my i.v. needle in. ("Your vein just keeps moving on me. Try to relax." *scream, yell, sob*) The sleep, though, was blissful. :)

I didn't think it would take me this long to be getting back onto the puter (and subsequently, back in games), but it's not just about pain and meds. It's about not being flat out tired all the time from said meds, and not swelling to the point that I'm wondering if my toes are gonna turn purple, and trying to get comfortable in a cast (which is impossible, just so you know :P), and being exhausted from the upper body workout and continuous calf-soreness that is using the walker. The wheelchair isn't useful for much in our tiny apartment aside from sitting, so it feels entirely worthless until I'm ready to actually go somewhere.

I'm so sick of tv, you'll have to forgive me if I drop the tv show schtick thing. Honestly, there's not much I'm interested in watching with any frequency after watching the stupid box for damn near a week straight.

Anywho, think that's about the extent of what's spilling out of my head to tell ya. See ya around!