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Saturday, 27 October 2012

Whoopee Crutches Away

I thought I would give you an update on my previous blog where I submitted you to the horrors of the bunion procedure when I kept my date with the man with the scary knife. But before I start here is a photo of me wearing the latest design in footwear!
I bet you'll all be queuing up for a shoe like this - it's the latest fashion
So here it is – since the operation 13 days previously I’d been doing the heel walk on crutches. It’s the latest thing in dance techniques and I’m thinking of offering the choreography to Strictly Come Dancing. But on Thursday I was back at Ninewells Hospital for the next stage in the treatment. It’s an ouchy bit again – I was getting my stitches out.
So, I was up at an unearthly hour to get me there for my 9.15am appointment. Ninewells is between 35-40 miles from Montrose and we were going in with the early morning traffic which meant we left at 7.30am, which also meant I had to be out of bed at 5.30am to make the 5 mile walk to the bathroom and back – washing and dressing takes an eternity, never mind getting breakfast. So off we went, and due to travel delays I was only 15 minutes early for the appointment.
However, I was taken straight away, and it was into the plaster room for me with some lovely nurses, one of whom cut off my bandages and dressings to reveal a rather puffy foot with two rows of stitches. One row pointed towards my big toe, and the other to one of my other toes at the other side of my foot. Gulp! I thought I only had one set of stitches. The nurse advanced on me with some scissors and tweezer like instruments and I immediately turned my eyes away to look at the wall in the corner of the room. Amazing how fascinating walls can become at times like this. Then there was the snip and pull and a sharp sensation – Ouch! Then the same again on the second row of stitches. One of the nurses kindly offered to hold my hand, but by the time I thought about it the stitches were out.
Phew! I was glad that was over. The next thing was a creamy coloured bandage type sleeve was put on my foot, and then I was asked what colour I wanted my plaster. Colour? I thought plasters came in basic white. So I said, ‘What colours have you got?’ She gave me a choice of white, black, green, pink or purple. So I had purple.

My beautiful purple soft plaster bootee

Now I always thought plasters were those solid white concrete looking things that encased you from hip to foot. But she explained it would be a plaster bootee. Mmm, that didn’t sound so bad, much preferable to what I had imagined.
 Got my shoe on now but you can only see the velcro fastenings from the top
 Next thing I was expecting some kind of mini-cement mixer to make the plaster, but it was nothing like that. She produced what looked like a roll of netting bandage, immersed it in a bowl of liquid, and proceeded to wrap it round my foot. It was lovely and warm. I was then asked what colour of shoe I would like with another choice of colours, better match it up to the trainer on my other foot, I thought, which was grey and not a colour they did. So I wound up with a black one.
The latest in fashion footwear, the black plastic shoe (flip flop)
But did I say shoe? More like flip flop, and it is the most awkward thing imaginable to put on your foot because, until you fasten the Velcro straps on the top, it keeps flipping off and is the most difficult thing to get to stay in place long enough to fasten the straps. I’m starting to get the knack of it now, but it’s still awkward.

Then with strict instructions not to put my foot to the ground for half an hour to allow time for the plaster to set, I was ejected from the clinic. Luckily we’d brought along my daughter-in-law’s wheelchair, so we proceeded out of the hospital with my foot stretched out straight in front of the chair so it didn’t make contact with anything solid. Then it was a hop into the car, again keeping the foot in the air, and we were off.
The good thing was that when I got home I found that I could walk easily with the walking stick they gave me, so I got rid of the crutches. And boy, was I glad to see them go.
Anyway, after all my hopalong antics I’m thinking of taking up a second career as a circus acrobat.
Roll on the next five weeks when I can get rid of the cast completely.


Bill Kirton said...

We take everything so much for granted, don't we Chris? And it's such a relief when normal service is resumed. At least your trials, while a drag for you, are giving you plenty of material with which to entertain us.

Melanie said...

That purple plaster is quite the fashion statement, Chris, coupled with what appears to be green velcro on your black flip-flop.

Janice Horton said...

So glad to hear you are on the mend, Chris. I think you are very brave and it sounds like you'll be dancing by Christmas!

Love, Janice xx

Janet Beasley said...

Hi Chris - glad to read you're doing better each day. Your sense of humor is wonderful. I'm sure your great attitude toward the whole thing is making it as bearable as possible. You're a trooper and a fine example to us all. Here's wishing you the fastest 5 weeks EVER, and you'll be dancing for real! <3 (((hugs))) and chocolate ~Janet~

Joan Fleming said...

Pleased to hear you're making progress, Chris. Definitely trend-setting footwear!

DrDx said...

Ah, that takes me back. I was a dab hand with the bunions when I were a lad! We didn't have the advantage of purple bootees in 1967, unfortunately, but that's progress! Get well soon.

Linn B Halton said...

Ooh, my stomach just did somersaults! Poor you Chris, I hope you have someone waiting on you, if not I hope you take it REALLY steady.

Nicky Wells said...

Ouch. What a painful journey. **shudders** you are one brave lady. Glad you're healing and that the crutches are gone. You'll be running the Highland marathon next! xx

Rosemary Gemmell said...

Glad the painful journey is almost at an end!

CallyPhillips said...

Compellingly horrid, and still convinces me I'll avoid the op as long as possible (though I like the footwear!)

If you ever want a real frightnight I'll recount for you the hip replacement operation (inflicted on my husband) - well, two hips in 6 months. The stitch removal on the first one was quite hideous. I expect it was all quite hideous for him, I fortunately just had to endure it one step removed and that was bad enough. So I'd never be able to make as much fuss about a bunion op as I wanted! Hope you are hopping along by now and getting plenty of reading done. At least you should be on your feet again by the time the snow and ice set in!?!

Chris Longmuir said...

Thanks for all your lovely comments, I appreciate them. I'm still hopping around, but thankfully on the stick now that I've relegated the crutches to the crutches graveyard. I said a prayer over them (well, not really but it was a nice thought)

myraduffy said...

Just as well you have sense of humour,Chris!And there might even be a short story there - if not a novel. Hope you are back to full strength -and two feet-soon!

Suzy Turner said...

Oooh I'm liking that purple cast! A real fashion trend, I think!
Glad to hear that it's all going well and you'll be right as rain in time for the festive season!