The operation went well. I had it done at Hartswood hospital in Brentwood. Luckily I get Bupa through work so it was very straight forward to book in and everything went really smoothly on the day.
As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I was pretty much taken to my room right away. From then on it was a blur of nurses taking my vitals, taking swabs for MRSA, fitting me with stockings and gowns. They are all so organised and everything was done so quickly. I had some time before I was taken down so I just watched some TV and relaxed.
I was wheeled into theatre on my bed, it was literally opposite my room so I didn't have much time to think. As soon as I was in the room ready for the anaesthetist, I started to cry. I guess I was just really nervous about the operation.
The nurses were so lovely and was getting me to say I was on an island, asking me who I was with. When I said Olly Murs, apparently it was the wrong answer and I should have said my doctors name. It was nice how they made me calm. Before I even knew it, the tingly feeling was going up my arm and I was away with the fairies.
I woke up as 14:30. I couldn't believe how quickly it was over with. It was less than an hour to do the operation and for me to wake up. When I woke up, I started to cry again. I was crying because it felt like Dean was there.
I wasn't scared that he was there, I don't even think I was happy. I think I was just sad. Another reminder that he actually isn't here at all.
The drugs wore off pretty quickly and I was awake, eating my sandwich and walked to the toilet pretty quickly. Dad came and collected me about 6:00pm.
The consultant told me that my foot would be bandaged up for six weeks. I thought it was only in a bandage for two weeks, then the stitches came out and I just had to wear the boot but sadly not.
I have another appointment on 2nd February to remove the stitches and change the bandage. Hopefully by then, I will be able to drive.
I thought I'd be up and about pretty quickly, but sadly not. The co-codamol is pretty strong. If I take two, then within 15-20 minutes, I'm knocked out. My face is tingly and I just sleep for hours. I've started taking only one at a time but the pain is still there. It's a difficult one to balance.
Boredom has kicked in pretty quickly. I've only been watching Netflix and a little colouring, I can't seem to do anything else. As soon as I put my foot down, it starts to throb. If I have to walk to the bathroom, it's sore or if I want a cup of tea, it's sore.
I'm used to being so active. When the consultant told me I can't exercise for three months, I couldn't believe it! He said no 'high impact' so at my next appointment I want to clarify what he means.
Now would be a nice time for someone to be looking after me. Someone checking in and maybe coming round to relax with me. I've had family and friends pop round, which has been nice. My sister is great looking after me (despite her being on crutches too) and another lovely friend is popping round with ice cream for me later.
I'm a bit disappointed, Mr. J was supposed to come round this evening to see me yet I haven't heard from him in a few days. This whole dating thing completely baffles me! We get along very well and he seemed pretty interested, yet I've heard nothing from him in a few days.
I know it's only a few days but when you communicate each day it doesn't make sense to then not reply. I guess I should be used to the wacky world of dating but it's still disheartening. I actually think I'm a pretty simple, relaxed girl yet it seems so complicated to find someone nice to date.
I don't want to give up all together but I do sometimes wonder "what's the point?". I know I'm too honest, I don't play games and maybe that's what people want. I like to treat people with respect but why should I bother when other people don't treat me the same?
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