Monday... How delicious to be clean again! Rather than wrestle with plastic bags and tape to waterproof my right leg, I opted to fill the tub and lounge with my right leg hanging out over the edge of the tub. I was able to wash my hair and enjoy the hot water. I know from reading other blogs that many are already in a boot at this point. My surgeon, however, requested no weight bearing or dressing removal until the post-op appointment on Wednesday. I suppose the dressing will be removed and then replaced by my physical therapist later today.
I've been increasing the interval between pain meds, and I hope that tonight will be the last night for hydrocodone/acetaminophen.
Postscript: Showing up for physical therapy with a foot swaddled in yards of bandage was an unusual event, and my wonderful physical therapist and friend, Melissa Mercogliano, felt uncomfortable removing the giant cocoon without specific okay from the surgeon. So, what we were able to do on this first visit was limited. By the time the call came back from Dr. Kessinger's office I was at the front desk lining up future appointments. Word to the wise: don't make any assumptions and sometimes, don't trust your instincts. I had wondered about showing up to PT prior to my first post-op visit when the written post-op instructions specifically said that the bandage would be removed at the first post-surgical visit; I had made a phone call to surgeon's office to clarify, but I didn't think to ask about the intervening PT appointment or think to ask, "But, what about the bandage? Who removes that?" I trusted that while all of this was unusual to me, it all would be old hat to all of the medical folks involved. Not so!
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