My post-op was this morning. Not as great as I'd hoped. The surgery went well and things are healing beautifully. The not-so-good part is that my toe was in worse shape than he originally thought before the surgery. This procedure is more of a time-buyer than an actual solution. I am most likely looking at having the bones fused in a few years. That would mean no pretty shoes, no heels, no dancing. To me, that's a awful as a life without chocolate ... or sex (sorry, unc ... and dad who I know is lurking). It's like ... well ... imagine if the doctor told you that you could never fish again. Yeah. Not a happy thought. Anyway, I'm stubborn. I'm going to let myself be sad tonight, then starting tomorrow I'll work toward making a miracle happen. After all, I am the one with the disappearing 12mm kidney boulder. So there.

Oh, yeah. And here's a lovely photo of what's hiding beneath all these bandages. Brian snapped it with his phone before the doctor wrapped me all up again for the week.