The picture on the right is my ankle. The blue hose is a fancy hook-up to an ice machine. I’m sitting on the couch in between naps feeling like I owe it to those that read my blog to let them know why I’ve been absent this past week.
If you’re not already aware, awhile back, I polled my blog audience to determine which surgeon I should choose for a much-needed and long overdue ankle surgery. I had sprained my ankle too much through the years of playing basketball, and it was more than unstable. Dr. Cooper, the only foot and ankle specialist in Washington, DC, won the poll, so I went with him.
Last Thursday, I went under the knife at Georgetown Hospital. It was quick and went well.
I was relatively pleased with my condition immediately after the surgery. Granted, I was juiced up on pain meds, but I (surprisingly) was not sick – kudos to the anesthesiologist.
Dr. Cooper was pleased as well. He mentioned that I have “great tissue” and said the healing process shouldn’t be bad. Depending upon my condition at my follow-up appointment next week, he may go forward with just putting a boot on my foot. This would be awesome, considering this surgery usually requires 6 weeks in a non weight-bearing cast. I’m hoping this is what happens, as I live on the fourth floor of a walk-up building, and I’m eager to get back to work.
Regardless, this past week has been somewhat boring. I’m stuck on the couch at my parents house with not much to do but take powerful pain medicine and fall asleep. But the advantage is that I get to hang out with my mom consistently at night time, which is fun.
Anyway, I’ll try to come on more and write about women’s sports. In the mean time, I’ll be here, healing.