Surgery Update

When I went into the doctor's office ten days after my surgery, I was surprised at this x-ray. No, I was not surprised by the the length of the metal rod, nor the multiple screws that now inhabit my body*, but at how broken my tibia looks. The doc told me he was going to re-break it so that he could twist the bone into proper alignment, but it looks more broken than the first x-ray right after I did it. Three months of healing for nothing... it pisses me off!

I'm also surprised at how much more stable I feel, no doubt due to the hardware holding my leg together, which is another reason I wish I would have had surgery from the start. But I promised not to dwell on that poor decision any longer. Only at this point in the game, I'm getting really, really, really good at it.

There is one iota of a silver lining in all of this, if you can even call it that - I did get one piece of hardware removed that went in a year ago to hold the new ACL in place on my knee. Well, at least there's that.

I'm now at three weeks post surgery and I've got a long way to go before I can feel the ice again. The doc said most people take a full year to recover from this, but he said to me, "For you, six months. You're tough." He might have said that just to keep my spirits up, but I think I can do it just on sheer determination to keep my sanity in tact. Some days, I feel like I'm just holding on by a thread and other days, I feel like I'm doing a decent job at remaining positive. Try to catch me on a good day, will you?

* I'm so sick of this, that I don't even have the inkling to lead you down the path of rod and screw innuendos. I'm so over it people.