It's a week now since I had a cheilectomy and osteotomy to help restore some flex to my big toe. Which means today I get to take off the tubigrip and TED stocking. (TED stands for thrombo-embolud detergent.) Yay!
This is important in two ways. Firstly it's SO nice to have my legs bare again - the UK is experiencing unusual temperatures of over 100 degrees F. But more importantly it feels like a milestone in the recovery period. One small step for the overall recovery times for Cheilectomy surgery, but one big step for little old me.
The pain level is zero, but popped an ibuprofen this morning with breakfast just to keep on top of any swelling (though clearly the main route to avoiding the dreaded swelling I've read about is to keep the foot ELEVATED 23 hours a day).
The area around the incision is beginning to wake up and I guess the dressing may be stuck to it, so it pulls a bit from time to time and is beginning to itch a little. I've been advised NOT to remove the dressing until I go for my post-op assessment next week. I've read in some places that folk have a follow-up much sooner and have their dressing changed then. But apart from being super intrigued to unpack it and examine the incision, I've been persuaded by friends to LEAVE IT ALONE.
The Dog came by to check out the foot finally, gave the toes and the bandage a good sniffing over and retired again to flop on the cool wood floors. I'm taking the dog's nose as good enough indication that there's no rot or infection there. So that's good enough for me.
I'm able to do a bit more now, like prepare my own meals, tidy the kitchen, check the (state of the) fridge, fetch and carry and stuff like that. So my partner has moved back to their place and I'm pretty much on my own. It's really important to wear the hard soled surgical shoe at ALL times when I'm on my feet to protect the surgery from prematurely bending before the bone has healed and the toe from getting stubbed anywhere.
Now I've just got the little issues of how to top up that old sun-tan without getting burned, and who's gonna walk the pooch ...?
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