Today marks 3 weeks after my LisFranc surgery and is also the halfway mark in my non weight bearing period.

The first week post surgery is a blur of pain and pain meds. 

 Last week (week 2) was spent adjusting to being completely dependent upon my husband, family, friends and neighbors.  It was also the week I had my 2 week post op appointment.  My cast was removed, my stitches were extricated and my surgeon announced I had little to no swelling which is a really good sign.  

Yes, that is pink nail polish you see on my foot.  My surgeon gave me permission to keep it on during my surgery.  He said the titanium plates and screws he put in my foot were blue, though, and not pink.

I was given permission to go on short outings as long as I remembered I was non weight bearing and when moving around, I had to promise to wear "the boot."

Memorial Day visiting graves on my knee scooter.  Note the pink sneaker.

Of course, pink was not a color option for my boot.  Being married to a grey boot was depressing. so a friend of mine came over and we bejeweled the boot.  I have decided to have everyone who comes over to "babysit" me sign my boot.

And now I have completed week 3 and I am sitting like a hopeful dog whose nose is pressed against the window, longing to be outside. I am completely dependent upon my husband to get me to the car, as I cannot do steps yet.  I am reclining in a room that is mostly windows, with my foot on 2 pillows and an ice/air cast wrapped around my foot.  And I watch the leaves grow.

Day 11 after lisfranc surgery

I think it is the isolation that is the worst part. Before my surgery, I planned on not being very mobile and set up our lower level with a TV, DVD player, stocked our little kitchenette with water, diet coke and plenty of fruit.  I moved all my clothes into our guest room and had plenty of e-books and hard cover books available.  I made the bathroom completely handicap accessible for a person who can only put weight on one foot. Crutches, knee scooter and walker all stand at the ready to help me live as normal a life as possible.  But never once, did I contemplate how alone I would really feel.

The first week after my surgery is still a complete blur of pain meds, and an exhausting revolving door of friends and family bringing flowers, food and company.  Switching to OTC meds really helped with the exhaustion and when all the attention died down, I realized I was alone, really alone for the first time.

Being alone sounds so wonderful when the world is spinning out of control, but when you are forced into isolation, it really isn't all I thought it was going to be.  I was going to get caught up on all my reading, watch movies and maybe even start that novel I have been planning on writing.  But instead, I am sitting here watching the rain drip down in silent drops...drip...drip..drip.

I have my 2 week post op appointment on Thursday and all sorts of things flicker through my thoughts...why is my big toe numb?  Why does my foot hurt so much on some days and not at all on others?  Did I do damage to the surgical repair when I fell off the knee scooter on one of my sleepy days? Will I get the splint/cast off finally???  What will the next 6 weeks be like if I am already tired of the forced sedentary life?

The days stretch on endlessly as I try and think positive healing thoughts...