post-surgery

When the horrid nausea finally faded and I was cleared to leave the hospital I was so ready to go. As nice as it is to have such great nurses around, the hospital is just not comfortable.

I returned to my parents' house for a few weeks since I'd have to go to the doctor two weeks in a row. The first appointment was to look at the incision and make sure all was well. The second appointment was an x-ray to check the healing and the removal of the sutures.

One week after surgery I went to the doctor and got my first look at my ankle. This is how I got the name for this blog:

The Franken-Ankle!

Needless to say, I was pretty horrified. I knew there would be incisions on either side of my ankle, but this seemed extra-large. Because my fibula was not just fractured but actually shattered, the bracket had to be affixed lower down on my leg. Also, the bruising around my heel looked pretty nasty, and I'm told that'll be there for awhile.

The other suprise was how nasty my leg looked. I expected the lovely orange glow of the stuff they use to clean the leg before surgery, but I thought they would clean off the splotches of blood!

Bloody, swollen, nastiness. The red blotches are swelling. The black spots are bruising around the heel and the leftovers from the fracture blisters. And that lovely blood spot is just gross.

They said it looked good and casted it back up (I chose purple). I desperately wanted to shave my leg, but I was shot down. Maybe next time.