I'm feeling very much like the participant in a product hawking infomercial now. There has been some slicing and dicing on the old ankle and we are now home watching the seasons change on my toes. Normally, you have to wait for fall to see these kinds of colors, but for the lucky few, they can see it on my left foot.
Roughly two hours into the morning Tuesday and I have a reconstructed ankle suitable for lying abed and sucking down percocet every six hours like clockwork. Of course, I don't really know much of what went on in recovery or what national security secrets were leaked while I was under the influence of sedation.
I could very well have given away my recipe for homemade turkey gravy! I do hope not... that is a carefully guarded secret but if I find the staff at the surgical center having particularly festive Thanksgiving this November, I know...
No surgical procedure is a 'yippee skippy' event and they all come with risk but I have been in pain for so long, I'm truly looking forward to finding out what's on the other side of this ride.
Ron Popeil has nothing on Doc Martens. He can hawk the stuff, but nobody filets an ankle like the doc.
My only question is what do you serve with it? Filet of ankle isn't too popular, but it IS gaining in notariety around our house.
I think my medicine is making me loopy... er...
