Appointments tomorrow

Clean! Again!
And that can only mean one thing.
I am leaving the house tomorrow to go see my doctors.
It is actually a bit of an exaggeration to say that I don't leave the house (or shower) unless I am going to the hospital. Today, for instance, I went with my mum to the car dealership to test drive a new car, and then out to get some goodies to eat (because I totally deserve junk food for sitting on my butt all day). But I didn't shower (although I did on Saturday). I just put on a hat. There. Problem solved.

And then I showered this evening again. I even used my loofah on the toes of my leg in a cast.
In all seriousness, everything takes ten times longer and loads more energy when you are on crutches/have a cast/can only put weight on one leg. Being able to do things quickly and for ourselves is something I think many of us take for granted. In many ways, this is a very sobering experience and helps us get our priorities straight. Life should not always be one big rush.

Anyways, I am getting side tracked here.
Tomorrow morning I have an appointment with my infectious disease specialist. Here is to hoping that the sample taken in surgery grew something. The surgeon took fifteen samples. I only need one to grow something. That's not asking very much, so I hope we get something out of it! That was supposed to be it for tomorrow.

But it's not.

About a week and a half ago, I saw my surgeon for my post op appointment and had the nasty heavy plaster back slab cast thing swapped for a fiberglass patella tendon bearing cast. A day later I ended up in emerge because my toes were going tingling and going numb, and all around discomfort in my leg. The doctor I saw cut one side of the cast open to allow for swelling and then wrapped the cast in ace bandages to hold it together. He told me to follow up with my surgeon before walking in the cast and to see if the cast needed to be replaced. Then commence the long weekend. I called the fracture clinic Tuesday morning, leaving a detailed message about what happened, and asking if I should come in or not. Nobody ever called me back. I tried a different number this morning, which got me through the my surgeons office instead of the fracture clinic. The receptionist was very friendly and helpful. I explained the situation but she said no message had been passed on to her. She put me on hold for a while to make some calls. When she got back, she said I can see my surgeon tomorrow at the other hospital he works at since I've already been waiting over a week since I was in emerge and Friday is still quite a way off from now. Awesome! Two bird with one stone. Erm... or two appointments with only one drive instead of having to drive up on both Tuesday and Friday. The first appointment is at 9:30 and the other is not until 1:00, but I am sure mum and I will find some way to amuse ourselves. If nothing else, I will treat her to coffee or some of that delicious hospital cake I love so much!

So tomorrow will be a good day: See infectious disease, see my surgeon, get a new cast, probably new x rays, get out of the house, and something good to eat.

Fingers crossed that all goes well!