#1- Inexplicably, I'm a raging, horrible bitch when I come out anesthesia. I apologize to my mom, for embarrassing her by dropping so many f-bombs in the recovery room.
#2- I'm reeeeeeallly attached to my underwear and I was very concerned about it's confiscation and being all kinds of naked under a paper gown while unconscious in a room full of people.
#3- Hospitals are gross.
As I've previously admitted, I was more than a little pissed about having to do this at all, but since my leg was actually falling apart and I plan on using that leg for a while...yeah you get it, it had to be fixed. Shit happens and you choose how you react to it...I'm hanging on and trying so hard not to whine. So I decided to go into surgery representing why I put up with this in the first place...sheer, unyielding passion for derby itself and great love for my sweet, amazing, and talented Nashville Rollergirls.
After that, it was a long and awkward hospital experience and I just wanted my underwear. And what I really want to know is, where the hell did I go for the 3 hours I was unconscious?!??! BLOWS MY MIND!!!! Know what else blows my mind? The fact that the pain management doctors, of which there were like four of them, didn't think to give me the nerve block BEFORE I woke up. Yep. Ever wonder what it would feel like to have a psycho chop your leg up with an ax? Pretty sure I know now. I vaguely remember screaming, and being told to quiet down by a horrible nurse with the voice of Paula Deen. (She may or may not have put mayonnaise and butter in my I.V.).
Here's the Instagrammed result...yep, they had to leave the busted tips in. So those will just be hanging out forever. And oddly, he said that those new screws will likely break too, but he has this whole woven wiring system in there that doesn't really show up on an x-ray that holds all of the ligaments in place, so it's all good.
Anyway, I did finally get one of these and had a dead leg for like 3 days straight:
I came home and have been doing a lot of this:
All while sporting a customized tube sock (by Curse Practitioner):
So that's that. I'm hating this so much and this one has been much harder to get through, but it won't be forever, right? It's more of a mental battle than anything... working on it.