I went to the doctor yesterday for my post op check up. Off came the bandages and...
FRANKENFOOT!!! Yeah, my foot is GREEN. And you can see how long the incision is. But the upside is that there's no pain and no swelling. My doctor was amazed. We had a little mutual admiration moment - I said it was because he is such a good surgeon. He said it was because I followed his directions and took such good care of myself. Probably it was a lot of both.
Anyway, I am cleared to drive and now begins the painful process of keeping the joint moving so it doesn't freeze up. Not the most pleasant feeling, I can assure you. But at least I'm no longer confined to the couch. Not digging in the garden yet, but swimming in a week and a half (once the incision is healed completely).
And now for even more horrifying pictures...I walked into my stufio this morning looking for address labels and found this:
O. M. G. What the hell?!?
OK, it's awful. I'm ashamed. But by posting these pictures I have made public my personal challenge to get this mess cleaned out so I can get back to making art. Please tell me that your art room has looked this bad at one time or another. Please. Even if you're lying. Make me feel better.
I have eight weeks off before I have to go back to work. Surely I can do it in eight weeks, right? Say yes. Please. Even if you really think it's a lost cause and my room should be condemned. I can't see you snickering behind your hand.
On a happier note, my homemade vanilla is coming along nicely.
Frugal by Choice, Cheap by Necessity. She's got a great blog. Check it out if you have a moment.
Finally, in my last post I mentioned that I was going to make orecchiette and sauce from scratch. It turned out to be soooooo delicious that it deserves a post of its own along with the recipe. Coming soon.
Off to figure out where to begin with that god-awful mess. If I don't reappear in a couple of days, please call the National Guard. Tell them to bring their hazmat suits...