If there is one difference between my right foot surgery compared to my left foot surgery, it’s been the pain. Or rather, the great deal less pain. My left foot hurt a lot, and I was taking pain medication fairly regularly for at least the first month. I think I was at taking 1 Percocet every 6 hours that entire month, especially after I started working again. The hours of remaining sitting with my leg propped up did not exactly feel great.

Since the left foot went so darned well (no, seriously, my surgeon was fantastic and recovery went really REALLY easy), it’s time to do the other foot! Yeah. Ok, enthusiasm off for a moment–don’t get me wrong, I am most definitely enthusiastic about this. Otherwise, why go through the entire painful process all over again. I’m not looking forward to months of being completely reliant on other people for transportation. And I don’t mean just having to use the scooter if I want to move from point a to point b, no, I mean more the whole “if someone doesn’t drive me to where I want to go, I’m not going”.

It’s done. It took living here most of my life for me to actually go through with it, but it’s DONE. I am a proud citizen of these United States of America. And, something even more important: Happy Birthday, Mom!