A heart and foot surgeon walk into a bar…

That title sounds like the start of a joke, eh?

This isn’t!

So, it’s time for an update. One big one at that.

Many of you who may read my blog some know I’ve been going through quite the whirlwind of health-related issues. And it all goes back to stepping on a nail in the fall.

Crazy that it’s still going on, right?

The worst part about this? If I had just looked where I was stepping, it wouldn’t even matter. I’d be all fine, wouldn’t have used sick time, wouldn’t have to worry about what insurance covers and what it doesn’t and all that. Instead, me not paying attention seems to steamroll everything to get worse and worse and worse.

Anyway, so the basic premise of all this is this – I stepped on a nail. Got a tetanus shot that night, but was given no antibiotic. I believe this was on a Monday or Tuesday. By Saturday, my foot ballooned. Good times, right?

Back to the ER, where I finally got an antibiotic. That worked some, but it ended in 10 days. It kind of stayed like that a little and I went to convenient care (I think this was the order … I might be missing a step) where I received another dose of antibiotic.

Turns out I was allergic to that antibiotic. And I have reactions to Benadryl. What reactions you may ask? I hallucinate with Benadryl. Yeah… that was a fun night.

I saw my primary soon after and, eventually, he sent me to a podiatrist who seemed to work wonders. It looked like it healed and, despite a little swelling and redness, she thought I was fixed. Another wound soon opened as whatever was inside the foot was still trying to get out.

So back I went. She ordered an MRI and I had that done on a Saturday morning. The same night I got a call from the main hospital requesting I come up first thing Monday morning to discuss with a surgeon.

At this point, I was wondering what the heck was going on. And, I also wondered WHY the initial ER doctor hadn’t given me an antibiotic, especially being he knew all about me because I told him.

Anyhoo … there I am on a Monday morning meeting with a doctor I had never met, abut this foot issue. And she recommends surgery. Goodie. Not only that, she wants to do it the next day. I talk it into Thursday, make all arrangements with work and such and get ready.

Having a sister-in-law who is a nurse helped, too, as she told me some people to request for my surgical team, which hopefully would make it easier.

Thursday morning came and I was getting prepped. I was quite anxious, though, as I had never had surgery. With that came some, what felt like, heartburn. So, when asked if I was feeling anything, I said that.

Red flag alert.

Anyway, the short of it is this – I stayed on that bed for six hours being monitored and watches before cardiology came down. They didn’t clear me for surgery, so the whirlwind really picked up. Over the next several weeks, I had stress tests, heart photos, and all sorts of good stuff. Despite nothing being too alarming to the cardiologist I saw, it was decided I needed a heart catheterization.

Happy, happy, joy, joy!

That was interesting in that when the doctor came in, he gave me all the doom-and-gloom statistics. In the end, he said he was hoping for something that could be dealt with via medicine or that nothing was wrong.

I agreed.

When done, he leaned over me and told me the heart was perfect and that I didn’t need to worry about this for a few decades, at least.

That’s good to know.

And now, present time.

The foot surgery finally happened. It was nice because they didn’t have to do full anesthesia, which is good as it’s something has always frightened me. However, I ended up being knocked out by the sedative. All I remember is hearing “this will hit you like a freight train in about five seconds…”

Boom!

With the surgery done, they also decided – because of where all this infection was – I needed some kick-ass antibiotics. That requires having a picc line in so I can do it via IV for the next 5-6 weeks. A pain in the rear? Sure. But hopefully this is the final steps with this super crazy journey. I just want to get back to normal and hopefully have no issues doing my normal things in the summer.

It’s honestly not that difficult to get through the home antibiotic. But the bothering part is all the appointments. I need a break of like two weeks where I can just heal, go to work and not worry about things. It will make life easier, I assure them.

One thing I’ve learned from all this is appointments and being on the run can really drain you. I feel tired a bit here and there when I’ve been on the run for appointments and also work the same day. That’s another reason I need this foot fully healed – so I can get out and do the things I normally do!

Time will tell how this all works out. Hopefully for the better and to the point where it will be a blip on my map in life. Things happen for a reason and I truly do believe it. Why this happened may be something I never know, but I am ready for it to end.

I have remained optimistic and upbeat through it all. I think the doctors and others have realized and recognized that. I do what I am asked and everything else. Hopefully, that will mean an eventual clean bill of health.

And a tall pint of Guinness.

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