June 21, 2014

Nobody told me about the exploding foot.  I learned about that one by looking it up online. 

After the nerve block wore off, I was obliged to feel everything in spite of heavy doses of vicodin.  Going to the bathroom was torture, and the one thing I simply couldn't put off for long.  In fact, anything that required my foot to be lower than my head was torture.

Apparently all the blood rushing from my reclining body to my injured foot was the cause of excruciating pain.  My foot throbbed as if it were literally about to explode.

The only option was to stay on the couch, foot in the air, heavily drugged.