It may surprise you to know that I really had no plan to share this whole surgery experience via this blog. It just sort of evolved. Now that it has, I'm glad it did and truly has helped me with it. I don't know how long it will continue but we'll just have to see.
By Patty Lynn
The last few days have had their share of worries and concerns,
But if one let’s those things consume, it’s heartache that one earns.
I think it’s thinking, yeah, that’s it, I’ve lots of time to do it.
Just sitting here with my foot raised and thinking my way through it.
I’m really at the mercy of this process that’s called healing.
My foot is wrapped, it’s braced, enclosed, I’m telling you with feeling,
That waiting ‘til next Wednesday when the doctor takes a peek,
I seems like, well, forever and it’s answers that I seek.
Forgive me but this waiting and not knowing’s killing me,
Not to mention all this sitting and it’s not, well, thrilling me.
I think I’ve started growing to this chair in which I sit.
The swelling in my foot feels like the whole thing’s gonna split!
I’ve tried to sleep there in my bed but it just never works
Because when those sharp pains commence, it gives my foot the “jerks.”
And I must move, I really do, I simply have to do it.
Yes, it’s the only thing that helps, besides, there’s nothing to it.
So, there you have it, that’s the scoop, my life post-surgery’s fun.
From sleepless nights to shooting pains, I’m such a lucky one.
I may be stuck here in my chair but things could not be better.
My life is full and that’s no bull, ‘cause I’m a real trend-setter.