I had to give it a few days after surgery. I was going to keep track of the days after but I am going to explain now why I waited until a week after. So I wake up from surgery and I am not feeling too bad. The nurses all seem cool and I was told that everything went as planned and the surgery was a success. Music to my ears.

When I look to my right leg, I see the nurse putting on a temporary cast. It was more like a spling. He put the plasteur on the bottom of my foot and up the back of my heel and stopped at my upper calf. Once it was molded into position, he got bandages and wrapped it around my leg and the splint. Wrapping it kept it from moving. I officially had a temporary cast. They told me that I would be getting my boot the following day.

I immediately realized that my surgery was going to start me back at square one. Having half of my limbs to maneuver around was already hard but to now have both legs and my left arm incapable to move me changed everything. I needed assistance to just sit myself up and rotate my legs off the hospital bed.

The nurses help me put my clothes on and my boot on my left leg. Helped me on the wheelchair and pushed me out to where my mom was waiting for me. Now to head home knowing that my mother and I were going to have to figure this out he hard way.

Mommy promised me that I could eat anything that I wanted after I got out so we went to one of my favorite hood wing spots. Anybody from Tampa will know about Salem’s Gyros. Anyways, she grabbed me my 20 wings and fries and made it home.

The rest of the night was difficult but bearable. The hardest part of the night was getting up the one step to get into the house. To not be able to have all of my weight on one leg took a lot of pressure on my mental but with help from my mom, I was able to hold onto her while she took a lot of weight off my legs.

I went straight to the kitchen to finally eat since I was not allowed to eat anything after dinner the night prior because of the guidelines for anesthesia. I was starving. Once I finished, I hung on the side of the bathroom sink to brush my teeth and went straight to bed. Feeling the pain slowly creeping up, I took my meds hoping to allow me to sleep good.

A few hours later, I wake up to have to use the bathroom. The pain is pretty harsh on my right leg but nothing compared to what I dealt with on my left leg. Because of the temporary cast, I didn’t have to deal with the massive swelling and the extreme pressure and pain that was included.

Going to the bathroom took an extreme amount of patience and willpower because just getting to the wheelchair was a headache. In my honestly opinion, I don’t think I was physically able to make my way to the chair, to the bathroom and back. Just to explain the process and time that it took to do that “simple” task would take another post.

What got me to the bathroom and back was due to the reading that I have been doing and the motivational speakers and my sermons that I listen to daily. They say that people get addicted to self help but it doesn’t work unless you incorporate it in your life and I incorporated everything that I listened to.

My morning was a typical morning. Woke up. Ate some breakfast. Got back into bed and worked on my reading and writing and around 6 p.m. my nurse showed up to take of the temporary cast and put on my boot. I was scared. Honestly I was petrified because the pain that I currently felt, I knew would feel worse once the boot was on only because I remembered the process of the one on my left leg.

She took off the temporary cast, cleaned up all the dried blood and gauze. Pulled out the cast and, just like I thought, it was extremely painful.