It has been almost a full three weeks after my foot surgery but I am really not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I have eight screws, a bone graft, and two plates in my foot that they had to screw together just to hold the mess that is my right foot together. The doctor has given me a "bone stimulator" (although I think I would have preferred a "boner stimulator") to help speed up the bone graft coming together and a wing and a prayer and I am supposed to be as good as new in a year. A year. A fucking year!
I turn 50 years old in another month. I get to sit back and let life pass me by for a year. There is a ton of things I could be doing, should be doing, but will I be in the right frame of mind to do them? I spent a night in the hospital, I have had two post-op visits with my doctor, and I have heard "we had to do a lot of work on your foot" more times than I care to count. They make it sound like a car that has been in a wreck. What I have not heard is a prognosis of any kind or a game plan for what happens now or within that year. All I have is a bucket full of painkillers and antibiotics that really only dull the sensation I am feeling physically and emotionally.
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