So it's done. The procedure on my toe has been successfully completed. The bony growths at the tip of my right big toe have been removed, along with a benign (thankfully) cyst down the side. Yay.
It is fair to say that I was not looking forward to having an anesthetic at all. Who does right. But the crew at St John of Gods in Bunbury were completely professional and made the process as easy as possible. The nurses were very caring and kind. Aren't they always (they deserve their pay rise Mark!!). Although the theatre nurse supporting the anesthetist did burst into the cubicle in a somewhat alarming fashion which startled me a bit, because I was trying to relax with a book at the time. I was slightly worried that the anesthetist had a bottle of wine to give the surgeon as a Christmas gift until I made him promise not to hand it over until after my procedure was completed.
I was pleased to be the first on the list. Better first than last I reckon when it comes to surgery. But I still had a good hour and a half in which to keep myself calm. I'm not sure I was completely successful though. When they asked me in the theatre what procedure I was having done, I announced I was having an ostectomy on my right-hand big toe. Which sounded perfectly fine to me but caused a great deal of laughter for everyone else in the room. Oh, and the nurses have said I can come back and work in the recovery ward after my toe has healed. Apparently, I removed the breathing tube myself and saved them the trouble. They were quite impressed.
The alarming pink colour is whatever it is they use to sterilize the area. And it's not that easy to get off. I'm still pink.
Recovery is slow. The first two days I had to spend lying in bed or on the couch and wasn't allowed up except to go to the toilet. No weight bearing at all. Which means now hot shower in the morning. I am not completely human until I've had my hot shower. Bother. Day three and I've progressed to sitting up and weight bearing fo ten minutes in every hour. Yay. I was also able to have a hot shower. I've als been dosing up on antibiotics and painkillers. I am reducing the latter as much as I can.
You may know that I have been checking our apricots every single day for weeks now, waiting for them to get ripe. Now of course I can't because it's more than a ten-minute walk there and back. So, R has been faithfully checking them for me, every day. Yesterday he sent me an advance photo of ripe apricots before presenting me with some to eat. They were delicious and well worth the wait. Hopefully next year we'll have loads to share with everyone at Christmas.
He also picked some peas, the first of our raspberries and some lettuce. The peas didn't come up at all in winter, when they're supposed to, but have been producing for the last three weeks. I'm immensely happy to have fresh peas any time. Needless to see the booty that R presented me cheered me up no end.
