Surgery Day
Surgery day arrived. My ultra-helpful saint of a wife drove me to the hospital and we arrived at 7:00am for a scheduled start time of 8:30. After all the requisite paperwork and collection of monies, I was in the surgical cue with an IV in the top of my hand (ouch; I don't really prefer that location). My doc comes back and tells me about the procedure. I was a bit wrong about how it will go down. He tells me that he intends to get behind the Achilles to remove the bone. No plans to cut it or to anchor it. Some poking and prodding to figure out if the pain favors one side or another. My guess is that he's wondering where the ideal location will be to make an incision? The doc also tells me that everything looked good to go in the MRI; nothing that wouldn't be fixed by today's surgery. The anesthesiologist also has a chat with me about the sedation and numbing to be done. Then more waiting; quite a bit of waiting. Fina...