I woke up feeling a plethora of emotions. I was excited, but super scared. Anxious, but incredibly worried. How was I going to wake up? In pain? Would I be able to walk around in these crutches OK? Once I was home and on my own, could I make it?
I was scheduled to arrive at 12, where I was immediately given paperwork to fill out and a cup for a urine sample to insure I was not pregnant. I hadn't eaten since midnight the night before (strict instructions), so of course at this point I was starving but OK nevertheless.
Once I provided my sample, I was taken to the surgical area where I was given a gown to wear and sat on a comfy chair nice and heated for when the anesthesiologist connected my IV and began feeding me fluids. The fluids were to help reduce any nausea I would obtain after surgery from the anesthesia. It made me really cold, but they did a great job in wrapping me up in blankets and keeping the heater machine by my side.
After speaking to the anesthesiologist and two doctors, it was time to wait for my doctor to arrive. Then, showtime. Once Dr. D came in, he went over with me once again what exactly was going to be done. He wrote his initials on my left foot, identifying it as the one being operated on, and we were on our way. I was asked to lie down on the table where I would soon be strapped in like an asylum patient and given sticky-like pads all over my chest for the heart and breathing monitors. I guess one of the nurses saw my face and noticed how overwhelmed I was, so he once again assured me "You're going to be just fine!".
For protocol purposes, the nurses as well as my doctor gathered around to announce my name, birth date, and purpose for surgery. Before I knew it, the anesthesiologist injected the medication into my IV and I was out like a light.
I went in for surgery a little after 1, and woke up in recovery at 2:45. I felt great. Incredibly groggy, but in zero pain. All I could remember was saying thank you over and over to everyone who took great care of me, and assured them of what a great job they all did.
By 3pm, my boyfriend had arrived to take me home. I was given a short lesson on how to use my crutches and was on my way. Before my surgery, Dr. D had already given me my pain medication so that when I arrived home, I would be all set to begin taking them every 4-6 hours to prevent any upcoming pain. My mom came over with some soup, and soon after I ate, I knocked out again and slept for the remainder of the night.
This was my foot propped up on pillows when I arrived home. I was to keep my foot elevated above my heart with ice applied for 30 minutes on, 30 minutes off.
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