Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Happiness and Hobbits

"I really hope that everything with my leg works out. 
I can't revert to being single and get bad medical news all in one month. 
Binge watching LOTR can only get a girl so far!" 

The above bit of text comes from a post I wrote earlier this month. After breaking up with my boyfriend, I've been finding it quite difficult to go back to being single. There are lots of things about being on my own that are hard to adjust or, I guess, revert back to. The person to whom I want to tell all the odd things that happened during the day, all the horrible puns I came up with, all the seemingly trivial and insignificant but still interesting or thought provoking things, things that almost everyone overlooks as simple or trivial because they happen everyday but are all the more special and beautiful precisely because they are always overlooked...

When I broke up, I did the one thing that anybody who has just broken up would do - I cried. I cried a lot. Between all the crying, I sounded like an elephant with allergies when I blew my nose into a tissue - one of the nice kind that smell faintly of citrus and bergamot. And then I cried even harder because I get so excited by something as simple as scented tissues and that's exactly the kind of thing I would have shared with my boyfriend when he was still my boyfriend... except he's not my boyfriend anymore and now I have nobody to share my love of scented tissues with. There isn't anybody who gets as excited about the same things as me anymore, or anyone who gets excited just because I am excited about something. And vice versa - there's nobody who can tell me all the things that excite or interest them, nobody to share things with.

After (more like between periods of) crying, I did the next best logical thing: I binge-watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended addition) at least four times within two and a half weeks. Middle Earth is my happy place - hobbits, elves, the Shire, Rivendell, hobbit holes, the shortcut to mushrooms, the oh so pretty cake served at Bilbo's birthday party and the fireworks shaped like toadstools. Add to that all the memories of watching the entire trilogy for the first time over the span of two days while I camped out in my basement to escape the summer heat the year I started grade eight and how I played with Lego the entire time while watching the movies. Breaking up sucked, but at least I had the Lord of the Rings movies to cheer me up distract me.

And then I got the bad news that I was expecting at an appointment that I was very much dreading. My leg is still broken. And while amazing in many ways, the Lord of the Rings movies do not offer the sort of happiness or distraction that I need to help me get through both a painful breakup and getting unfortunate, undesirable, unwelcome medical news. At least, not enough of it. I don't think that devastating is too harsh a word to describe how I feel about the medical news I got. My leg is still broken. It is going to continue to hurt. It's going to continue to draw attention to me; people will keep on asking me why I am limping; it will still be the first thing people notice about me. It's going to continue to limit what I can do. While there are many good things going on in my life, this is beyond frustrating and exhausting. It's not something that can be pushed under the rug or be overlooked. Not even watching Gimli talk about a dwarf army - angry and filthy - or getting to swim with the hairy dwarf women just won't do it.

I think that the medical news makes things much harder. Not only am I single now, but I have more surgery to look forward to. On top of that, I have months of pain ahead of me while I get through the probation period at my new job before I have said surgery. For a lack of better words, it dampens my spirits a bit. I'm still happy and enjoying quite a few things in my life, but at the end of the day I still have to contend with being newly single and having a broken leg. I mean, I can't even go for a walk, one of the things I love to do the most, to distract me from all my thoughts on being single/missing the relationship because I can't actually walk more than a few blocks before being in a lot of pain.

On the bright side (and there is almost always a bright side. Not quite always , but almost and this is on of those cases that falls into that category), I've started reading The Silmarillion by Tolkien. And, I mean, reading Tolkien is almost as good as watching the Shire unfold in front of you on your television screen. And books are pretty much akin to happiness. So if Middle Earth and reading can individually both be classified as a form of happiness, than surely reading about Middle Earth (along with watching a bit more of the LOTR trilogy) should provide enough happiness and distraction to get me over both the break up and the bad medical news, right?

Who knows! Maybe the combination of reading Tolkien and watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy will turn out to be the best break up/bad medical news cure ever. I'll make millions, and the Tolkien estate will ask me to play a role (maybe Rosie Cotton) if they ever film a remake of the trilogy!
Anyways, what I'm trying to get at, is that the combination of a break up and bad medical news can be hard to deal with. I'm doing my best to get through it. Despite how much it hurts to walk, in all honesty, my new job is a god send. It's keeps me busy and sometimes, by the time I get home for the day, I am too tired to think about anything else. I'm also starting lots of things that take lots of concentration.

As previously mentioned, I've started working on a butterfly quilt - I'm currently working on cross stitching all the individual butterfly squares. When that's done I'm going to buy lots of lovely, cheerful fabric and hand stitch the entire thing together.

I'm also going to start the super adorable cross stitch kit that my best friend, B., got me fro my birthday! I usually only like to have one cross stitch project going at a time. The butterfly quilt is a  really big project, but B. pointed out that it's kind of a modular project - I can start something else between each butterfly! XD
And the elephant sewing project I am itching to get started on! Looking forward to being doing work for the week after tomorrow. I know what I'm spending me weekend on (other than hemming my scrub pants of course). Oh! I almost forgot. I ended up returning the scrub pants I am wearing in the picture I posted earlier this month. I know nursing is not meant to be sexy, but I found scrub pants that fit much better and bought a whole bunch of them. I don't have to be sexy at work, but it's nice to know my butt will still look amazing not be drowning in fabric.
Oh! And just because, here are my guinea pigs - Mospy (bottom picture) and Flopsy. They are always a source of happiness.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Literally, figuratively, and orthopedically - An update

Hello everybody! I hope everyone is doing well and able to enjoy the the lovely summer weather. We've finally made it through the dog days of summer (read unbearably hot and humid) and gotten to those that, at least where I live, are cooler but still warm and sunny. Between graduating from college in June, passing the CPNRE exam that made me eligible to register as a nurse, actually getting my nursing registration, starting my first job as a nurse earlier this week, and celebrating my twenty-fifth birthday on Wednesday, I've had lots of fun and rewarding stuff going on in my life. My right leg has been quite painful recently, increasingly so over the last few months, but I've also had lots of positive things to distract me and keep me busy.

Unfortunately, I received some bad - albeit not entirely unexpected - news regarding my leg when I went in for my appointment with my orthopedic surgeon yesterday morning.

If you've been following my blog over the last few months, you know that not much has changed in regards to my leg recently. For those of you who are new to the blog, here is a quick summary of some of the more recent events: In 2015 I had six and a half centimeters of my tibia removed because of a chronic bone infection that kept recurring. Later that year I had an external fixator (big metal frame attached to my leg with big pins screwed into the bone) put on my leg in order to regrow the missing section of bone through a process called distraction osteogenesis via bone transport with a monolateral external fixator. A link to an earlier blog post that explains this process can be found here. In layman's terms, the medieval torture method of stretching a person's limbs (the rack) can be applied to bone to correct length discrepancies or defects. Two ends of bone are slowly pulled apart in order to tempt new bone cells to grow and bridge the gap. After a whole bunch of complications, the fixator was removed in May 2016, earlier than we hoped for, and I was left with a gap between the two ends of bone near the bottom of my right leg. The hope was that this gap would fill itself in. At the end of January 2017 I had minor surgery to remove one of the screws holding the IM nail (big metal rod) in place. The IM nail runs through my entire tibia, holding the ends of the bone together. It is this metal rod that allows me to walk despite having what is essentially a broken leg. This past May I had x-rays taken that showed that my tibia had failed to heal. My surgeon explained that I had landed in non-union territory (when the ends of a broken bone do not knit together). Surgical options to fix the problem were thrown around, but we opted for a wait-and-see approach. I originally scheduled my next appointment with my surgeon for September 29th but, after increasing amounts of a pain over the summer, decided to see him sooner. I am used to having quite a bit of pain in my leg - pain in my knee and ankle because all my weight is taken by the IM nail instead of my tibia and therefore no distributed properly, as well as bone pain from the non-union itself. My surgeon has reassured me that this pain, be it as painful as it is, is not a sign that bad things are happening. The IM nail cannot break; the pain I just described is normal and not dangerous. Depending on how much pain I am in on any given day, this may or may not be reassuring to know. I have, however, been experiencing a new pain. Sometime in the spring I started getting what I think is muscle pain running down the outer portion of my lower leg, starting about midway down the leg. The more I walked the more it would hurt. My surgeon told me to be concerned about new pain that only occurs in one place, hence my desire to see him sooner. And that brings us up to speed right up to yesterday's appointment.

So, yesterdays appointment. I will first give a bullet form summary of everything that's going on in my x-rays and, after that, I will do my best to clearly and accurately explain everything that I think needs further explanation and to describe where it leaves us now. I apologize in advance if it is confusing. I think the only reason I understood everything my surgeon said is because I've been dealing with this for so long. I've had time to catch onto the medical lingo. Plus, I'm a nurse. That helps too. Here we go:

• Let's start with the good news. As you can see in my latest set of x-rays, the section of bone I grew at the top of my tibia looks like normal healthy bone. My surgeon couldn't be more pleased with how well it looks. For the most part, it is completely indistinguishable from the rest of the bone. Yay!

• Now on to the bad news. Both the x-rays taken from the front and side of my leg show that the gap between the ends of the bone near the bottom of my tibia has not filled in.We had been waiting to see if this would fix itself since the fixator came off in May 2016. As of this point, my surgeons considers this a non-union. The bone has failed to heal. Usually, when a person goes through the bone transport/distraction osteogenesis process, the two ends of the bone collide and the ends knit and heal together just like a broken bone would. The bone can still heal even when there is a slight gap between the ends of the bone. When my fixator was removed, however, one piece of bone bounced back. As a result, the gap between the ends of bone was larger than is optimal. We really hoped that the osteoblasts (new bone cells) would search for the other end of the bone, thus bridging the gap and letting  it heal, but this  unfortunately did not happen.

• More bad news. The x-ray showing the side view of my leg also shows that the bigger section of missing bone in the gap at the front of my tibia has also failed to fill in. My surgeon said that it is clear from the x-rays that the bone is trying really really really hard to heal itself but, for whatever unknown reason, it just hasn't been able too. Why does this gap exist? When I had the external fixator and went through the bone transport/distraction osteogenesis process, one section of the ends of bone grew faster than the other. Sometimes it eventually fills itself in, sometimes it doesn't. I fall in the latter category.

• And even more bad news. This will be hard for anyone with an untrained eye in regard to reading x-rays to notice, but my fibula is actually starting to bend. In orthopedics, this is called bowing. In other words, the bone is curved and not straight as it ought to be. Hence the title of today's blog post. Life has literally thrown me a curve because, well, the bone is curved. Life has figuratively sent me a curve - we did not expect this to happen. And then orthopedically. This one seems obvious: orthopedically because we are dealing with bones.

Here are my new x-rays:
Front view
Side view
Hopefully everyone is still with me at this point. I'm sure you're all enthralled and sitting on the edge of your seat, desperate to hear more. Well, at least any medically trained people will be, especially those working in orthopedics. XD The rest of you are probably all thinking "But what does it all mean?" and I don't blame you. There are way to many long, unfamiliar words involved. Plus, no blood and gore like in Grey's Anatomy to make things interesting. No foreign objects protruding out of body parts either. Maybe that's why so many people were interested in the external fixator.

So where exactly does this leave me?

• There's no way around it - it's been fifteen months since my fixator came off and my leg has failed to heal. The new section of bone at the top of my leg looks amazing and pretty much indistinguishable from the bone on either side of it, but I also have a non-union. As my surgeon said yesterday, "You are no longer a bone transport patient. You are now a nonunion patient". In many ways this sucks, but it's actually not a bad thing. Chronic bone infections and bone transports are rare, but non-unions are relatively common. This means that there are established treatment options and fairly established expected results.The treatment options for non-unions are surgical.

• My surgeon's concern is that, because I have had so many surgeries,  going into the site of the actual non-union could put me at an increased risk of infection and/or other complications. There is just to much inflammation and swelling, along with problems with circulation. He doesn't want to come anywhere near the site of the nonunion; he does not want to interfere with what bone growth there has been. He is very hesitant to do anything surgical, but at this point admits that there are no other options. If he could avoid it, like we did in May by taking the wait-and-see approach, he would, be he can't, so surgery it is.

• But wait! There are more things to consider than the non-union itself. Remember that I said that my fibula is bowing? We need to address that as well. Basically, what is happening is that my fibula is currently longer than my tibia. This is no good. On top of that, my tibia is broken and all my weight is going through the IM nail holding it together. When I walk, all of my weight is being transferred from the bone onto my IM nail. Other than causing pain, this wouldn't be a problem if my tibia and fibula where the same lengths. But they are not. So this is what is happening; My tibia cannot support my weight. As a result, my weight is transferred to the IM nail. But the IM nail and my tibia are shorter than my fibula. This allows some of my weight to be transferred to by fibula. You might be wondering what the problem with this is, because a leg bone is a leg bone and should take weight, right? Not exactly. The fibula is actually a non weight-bearing bone. As a result of all the weight being put through it (because my fibula is longer than my tibia and my tibia is broken), my fibula is bowing, bending, curving. Whatever you want to call it. As my fibula is bowing/bending, it is pushing and therefore putting pressure on the muscles on the outside of my lower leg. This is what is causing all of the new pain I have been having. The muscles are inflamed, irritated, and stretched. This also explains why my foot slants inwards when my leg dangles from a chair or I am sitting in bed with my legs stretched out in front of me. I thought I might have some form of foot drop, which is common in patients who have been through the bone transport process, but it's actually caused by my fibula bowing/bending outwards. In order to address the nonunion in my tibia, we also have to address the difference in length between the two bones.

• So how do we fix it? We can't touch the site of the nonunion, there is a gap of missing bone in my tibia, and my fibula is longer than my tibia. My surgeon can fix the discrepancy in the lengths of my tibia and fibula by doing something called a fibular osteotomy. This sounds complicated but is actually really simple. My surgeon will make a small incision on the side of my leg so that he can cut out a small section of my fibula (I'm guessing maybe about one centimeter of bone, but I'm not sure. I will ask him the next time I see him). And how about the nonunion if he can't get near the actual site of the nonunion? There are two options for this, and they both end in the same way. The surgeon might be able to change the position of my IM nail or the screws holding it in place so that the two ends of my tibia can be compressed together, or he can switch my current IM nail for a shorter one. Regardless of what he does, the ends of the bone will be compressed together. Doing this will make my leg shorter. Regardless of my fibula already being longer than my tibia, the fibular osteotomy would have to be done anyways because you can't make the tibia shorter if the fibula doesn't become shorter with it. Once this is done in surgery, I will start walking right away in order to put as much pressure on my tibia as possible. Research has shown that weight bearing promotes bone growth, and therefore bone healing. This is a technique called compressive loading. As long as I can handle the pain, I will be able to weight-bear/walk straight away after surgery.

Here is a comparison of one of my x-rays taken in sometime in Summer 2016 and one taken yesterday. On the left is the one from 2016; on the right is the most recent one. You can really tell how much the fibula has bowed in the last year. The bowing is most apparent when you look at the outer curve of the fibula (left part of the thin long bone on each x-ray).
• There are several drawbacks to the surgical solution: Firstly, is means another surgery and there are always risks that accompany surgery (e.g., general anesthesia, infection). Secondly, the fibular osteotomy requires the surgeon to open my leg from the side instead of from the front as was done in all my previous surgeries. This kind of sucks, but my leg doesn't look that great to begin with after all the years of infection, the external fixator, and all the surgeries. In reality though, an extra scar is small change for what I get in return, a bone that will heal. The risk of an infection or complications is really my concern. At my appointment in May, we had talked about the possibility of doing a bone graft , but my surgeon doesn't want to do it anymore. He is more concerned that I will end up with an infection and be right back where I started off before I had all the infected bone removed from my leg. When he explained the surgery he proposed to me, he said "This is the main solution I propose to patients we present with a non-union after a broken leg doesn't heal, but you've had way more going on than that". He proposed the surgery, but it's clear he is only going to do it because we have no other available options. If he could avoid it altogether, he would.

• The positives, however, far outweigh the drawbacks. Theoretically, this surgery should allow my tibia to heal. I say theoretically because theoretically everything else that we have done so far should have resulted in my leg healing as well, but that obviously hasn't happened. We just don't know, given everything that my leg has been through, if it will really work or not. But we have hope, and optimism, and that, in my opinion, is quite something to have. So, aside from having no other options, I am deciding to go ahead with the surgery. This will be the tenth and hopefully final trip to the operating room to solve this problem.

I really hope that all of that made sense. Please let me know if you think anything needs further explanation or clarification. I feel like every time I post an update that things get a little bit more complicated. The story gets a little bit longer and I fall into the 1% of patient who have something go wrong again. I'm really hoping that this surgery will be the final one. Even my surgeon commented on how this is starting to get a bit crazy and outrageous. At some point, things have to go right for me, right?

Even though the proposed surgery is my only option, I still wanted time to think things through before signing any consent forms. You don't go through as much as I have regarding medical decisions without first taking the time to think about them first. In addition, I just started a new job and would like to get through the probation period before requesting time off for surgery. I've been hired as a casual registered practical nurse, so this could take a while. I'm hoping to have the hours done by the end of the year. I also need to get through the rest of the training sessions and actually start on the unit in order to see if I can manage the twelve hour shifts. If I can grin and bare the pain, I will definitely wait until the probation period is done before I have surgery. If not... well, we will see. I also have had a vacation planned for October since sometime in April and I am determined to do (with my cane as my trusty companion, of course, so that I can survive all the walking). If all of that works out, I hope to have surgery in January or February. I go back to see my surgeon on September 29th in order to ask any questions about the surgery that I come up with in the meantime and to sign the consent forms. And that's about it. Given the amount of pain I have been in, I was expecting that the bone would still be broken and to hear that surgery would be my only option. I'm still disappointed, of course, that the bone healed as little as it did and that I do need more surgery. And I was not expecting what we heard is happening to my fibula at all. And I am sad and disheartened that something has prevented me from moving on from this part of me life again. At this point, I think anything that could go wrong to my leg has happened: compound fracture, non-union, malunion,  bone infection went diagnosed for five year, finally diagnosed and received treatment, relapse of chronic osteomyeltis, external fixation, heterotopic ossification, another nonunion... It's been such a long, unfortunate story over the last eleven and a half year. But I am choosing to remain positive and hopeful. That's the only way I can get through this and still continue to enjoy the other aspects of my life in the meantime. And that's it really. We haven't gotten any further in terms of healing, but at least we now have a solid plan. I always feel much better when we have a plan to guide us. This broken leg saga has been the ultimate in uncertainties and it will be a welcome change in my life when it is finally over.

Just to give you an idea of how things have/haven't changes over the previous months, here are both my x-rays from last May and this week. On the left are the x-rays from May, and on the right are the new ones. If you compare the first two pictures, you can see that my fibula is bending.
Every time we see the surgeon and get bad or unexpected news, my mum and I need some time to process it. After all, these appointments are understandably very stressful. After Friday's appointment, we first went to Cafe 541. I wanted the grilled cheese sandwich they sell there instead of the one the hospital cafeteria serves. After that we went to Dundurn Castle to take a walk through their fruit/vegetable garden. This was followed by a trip to Ikea - we had a snack in the restaurant and then I found some lovely finds in the As Is section. XD We then stopped by the Dutch Shop in Grimbsy to get some goodies (and tea! Always stop to get tea!), follwod by taking the scenic route along the Niagara Escarpment in order to get home (and avoid highway traffic).

Monday, August 21, 2017

It's like the first day of kindergarden!

Today was the first day of my new job, and it was just like kindergarten! No, really, it was. We sat in groups around circular tables, wrote our names in giant letters for other people to see, played bingo, and were given cookies for a mid-morning snack. I'm telling you, despite our age, post-secondary education, and role as health care professionals, we are all just really big children. It was exactly like kindergarten.

I'll let you in on a secret: when I was little I thought kindergarten was actually a garden where children were grown, kind of like cabbages or brussel sprouts. I was an odd child...

Okay, being serious for a second now - it wasn't really like kindergarten; some aspects just reminded me of it  and I really liked the comparison. We talked about a lot of serious, albeit boring to the point of yawn-inducing things, like work place safety and issues of privacy and confidentiality. Today went really well. I am exhausted and my leg hurts so much (I'm starting to run out of descriptors to attach to the pain. I can't keep living like this), but it went well. I thought I would feel as insecure and self-conscious as I normally do, but today I felt like a professional. I feel like I am ready for this job and to take on all the responsibilities it requires and the challenges it throws my way. Maybe feeling this way is how I know I have become an adult. I'm excited to go back for more tomorrow (knowing that I'm earning good money doesn't hurt either!) and even more excited for the medical/surgical/critical care training to be done and my actual on unit orientation to begin on the fifth of September.

One thing that I found really interesting was that I was the only registered practical nurse there. All the other new nurses are registered nurses. There must have been around fifteen-twenty of them there. And I was the only RPN. Not once did I feel inferior or that I didn't belong there. I know that there is sometimes a lot of animosity between RNs and RPNs, and even feelings of superiority/inferiority, but I felt none of that today. I feel like I have earned my position as a nurse at the hospital just as much as all the RNs that were in that room today. We all go through different things in life and come out the other end of all the messy things life throws at us in different ways and at different times. I have lived with a chronic bone infection for almost ten years, been pumped full of more potent antibiotics (both oral and IV) than all the RNs present in that room today probably have been combined, been to the operating room nine times to try to sort my leg out, lost and re-grown almost seven centimeters of my tibia, and had to learn how to walk again. Despite all of that, I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in History, completed the two year RPN program, and got an offer for a nursing job in a hospital without handing out a single resume. And on top of that, I'm still smiling. I deserve this really good, wonderful thing in my life and I feel like I am ready and capable for it. =)

Here I am at home, trying on my uniform and wearing my I.D. badge. It's been a good day.

The pant are so comfortable, but they aren't very flattering. Thinking about getting different ones. Or keeping them because omg, so comfy! I definitely need to hem them.
Oh, and the kindergartner within me is proud that I won the bingo game (based on different facts and statistics about the hospital) during today's orientation session! XD

P.S. I know I'll never be considered the hot, sexy nurse, or the drop dead gorgeous one (which you can actually do in the hospital because we all know CPR and the more experienced nurses already know what to do in the event of a code blue), but I'm down with being the cute as a button, biggest sweat heart of all nurse! =)

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Just a random post to get my feelings out.

I broke up with my boyfriend at the start of August. It was one of the harder things I have ever done. I thought we would be together forever. When it comes to relationships, I've always taken them quite seriously. Above anything else, the person you are with should always be viewed as a human, a unique individual with thoughts, feelings, hopes, and needs... we are all vulnerable when we give ourselves to someone else. I never want anyone to get hurt; I guess that's inevitable when a serious relationship ends. Now we are both hurt. Since breaking up with him, the last few weeks have gone on as usual. Well, as usual as suddenly being single allows for.

If I'm honest, the last few weeks have down right sucked. The end of the relationship has played a big part in that. What doesn't help is that my leg hurts as much as it always has. I walk around the neighborhood once or make a short trip downtown to get some groceries, and I'm hurting for several days after. So I've been stuck at home, alone with all my thoughts and feelings, with limited distractions. One can only look at so many cute videos of elephants or read so many pages of a book per day.

What do you do when you can't get out much and your stuck with all those hurt feelings, all your thoughts of would haves and should haves? The feeling that your heart is breaking and you'll never be able to love someone or be loved again, even though you know deep down that you'll feel differently after everything has settled and you've returned to how it was before the relationship started, be it a little bit older,  a little bit wiser, and a little bit more in tune with what you want in a relationship and are willing to give?

For starters, I've binge-watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy at least four times since the break up, along with both seasons of Broadchurch available on Netflix. Next up? Detectorists, to make the history nerd in me happy. After that, who knows.

I've finished every cross stitch project I worked on while in the relationship, because they all remind me of him.
I fell in love with this heart!
First time mixing beads and cross stitching together. I have a similar pattern with an owl that I want to stitch later this year.
Now I'm busy on a new cross stitch project - a butterfly quilt that I'm going to sew together by hand. As if I can focus all my energy on that blanket so I don't have time or energy to think about him anymore. I've already gotten  three of the twelve squares done (thirty-eight hours of cross stitching).
I've also been redirecting my room a bit. I've taken anything he's ever given me out of my room, in a  half hearted attempt to forget him.
New fairy lights!
Finally hung on the wall. It only took a year to get it up there XD
Tomorrow morning I start my new job. I'm now a registered practical nurse on an oncology/palliative care unit in a hospital. God it feels good to say those words after everything I have been through. My leg might not be fixed yet, and the shifts will be painful, but I made it through school despite everything (even having to re-learn how to walk) and, for the most part, ended up where I wanted to be. Hopefully I'll be so busy with work that I won't have time to think about anything else. Maybe the long hours will drown out the memories of him.

My twenty-fifth birthday is on Wednesday! I have to work all day, but I'm going to try to do something fun in the evening.

And then I have an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon on Friday morning. I wish these appointments got easier, but they never do. I'm hoping that new x-rays show lots of healing and improvement, but the pain I have been having leaves me believing that my leg is as broken as ever. Fingers cross that my surgeon has a good solution in mind!

I really hope that everything with my leg works out. I can't revert to being single and get bad medical news all in one month. Binge watching LOTR can only get a girl so far! I also have really big plans for when my leg is finally better. Plans that include moving to another city - I'm thinking maybe London or Waterloo. For once, things really need to go right! I can't be the girl with the messed up leg forever.

Friday, August 04, 2017

The cutest heart

I finished another cross stitch project early this morning (I totally didn't stay up into the wee hours of the morning to finish it... I promise!). Falling in love with this heart!
In regards to my leg, I have been having a lot of pain recently. I moved my appointment with my orthopedic surgeon from September 29th to August 25th. I'm assuming the pain I am experiencing means that the missing section of bone is not filling itself in as we hoped it would and that the nonunion hasn't healed itself, but at this point who knows. Looking forward to getting new x-rays and figuring out what's causing all the pain I've been in.

Besides the issues with my leg, life is going okay. Relationship wise things are rather crumby. But I start at my first job as a nurse later this month, so that's something. Fingers crossed I can manage with my leg!