Tuesday, October 5, 2010

My Right Foot

On our wedding anniversary this year, our 16th actually, I decided to finally have the bunion removed from my right foot. It had become painful and I couldn't wear sneakers without a lot of pain.Beautiful ain't it!?!
The time came and Sean and I went to the hospital. I got knocked out and this is what it looked like when I woke up.
All wrapped up in layers of gauze and a big black boot, which we dubbed, das Boot. I left it on for a full week until I had my first doctor's appointment. In the mean time I was learning how to use crutches. I have to say, it isn't easy. When you are playing with crutches you know if you trip you can land on your foot but when you can't use that foot, it is really, really hard.
Here is my foot in all of it's lovelyness at the one week appointment. I know it is gross and you don't want to see it so just scroll down really fast and get past it. It was so swollen that my ankle was gone. Those are the doctor's initials on my ankle. Didn't want to operate on the wrong foot!

The weeks went by and my foot got better and better. Sean had to do all of the chores. I think laundry was his favorite. I couldn't even go into the basement so he was stuck doing all of that. He got the joy of grocery shopping, and dishes too. He got to be the taxi driver too.
Thanks Sean!
Here is my foot now. The scar will fade with time and I am still working on strengthening my ankle. Having that boot on and not walking on the foot for 6 weeks made my calf look like a 12 year old's leg. Very wimpy.
Here is the whopper. The reason for the long scar is that the bones in my foot that are my big toe had swung out so far that they had to break my foot and fuse the bone where it is supposed to be. This way I won't get another bunion in another 10 years. This is why I couldn't walk on it for 6 weeks. They put in some hardware. I wonder if I will beep when going through security! That could be fun.

Now you know the story of The Foot, and Das Boot! Thanks to all who helped us out with driving the kids, and bringing us food.
You all rock!

Conference Doughnuts

Each Conference weekend we make homemade doughnuts. Well, I should say I make them and they eat them. This year was the best year so far. The doughnuts were perfect, (other than the few that I fried a little too long).

Sean ate at least 10. Patrick just as many.

Patrick helped me with the frying up. We had to be fast cutting them out because the dough liked to double up as it sat in the bowl.

The kids couldn't wait and were going nuts. Simon was taking a bite of each flavor. That is probably why I ate too many. I was just cleaning up after Simon. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!

So, we got spiritually fed on all the Conference talks and being able to hear from our church leaders, and we were physically fed on some rather tasty doughtnuts.