Cast Off! Yesterday they removed my splint, I call it that because that is what they called it, and get a look at my foot for the first time. The split is more like a clam shell then an actual cast. It totally protected my big toe but the pinky was not enclosed.

Once the splint was off and they had cut away all of the other badaging and such I got a to see what had been done. It turns out they replaced my foot with Frankenstein's Monster's foot. My big toe, and surrounding area, is swollen like I have a fat person's foot. The girl doing the work said it looked like a pregnant woman's foot, and she should know since she looks like she could have given birth right then. But back to the foot. It is swollen, covered in the yellow goo of surgery, has stiches, and purple marker lines from where they made the cuts. Not a pretty thing to be sure. And to top it all off...Stinky. Yes Virginia, after two weeks of no soap or water a foot is a stinky thing.

So they took some Röntgenbilds of the monster to check and make sure everything is OK. While it still looks like a foot to me the surgeon said that everything looked fine and that we would see her again in two weeks and then the physical therapy.

Neat thing about Röntgenbilds is that you get to see the screw that they installed in you. It looks like they swung by Lowe's on the way and picked up any ol' screw. On the other hand I am one step closer to being a cyborg.

As an interesting note: without the splint and it's confining nature (now I just have a compression bandage) the things seems to hurt more. And it hurts like crazy when I elavate it. That makes no sense at all. I also discovered that when I am experiencing significant throbbing pain I do not cry or scream but laugh...and nearly uncontrollably. Katie says this is wierd. I agree but am not bothered by it.  ¶ 07:50