For those of you who don't know Derik went in for surgery on Wednesday to have a bunion removed. As of now he's under strict rules not to remove his bandaging, so it might be a week or two before I can get some before and after pictures up.
It was a rather interesting experience to be with Derik as he came out of anesthesia. Derik isn't much of a sit around and relax kind of guy, so I found it rather funny that even when he's drugged he resists resting! He would try to sit up and open his eyes, over and over, despite my constant reminders to relax and get his rest. When he first came to, he said "Hey I didn't die on the operating table and go see my mom, that's good!" I was rather a taken back and I said, "What!?!" He then said, "My mom died in a podiatrist (Foot Doctor) office at the age of 32, I guess I broke that family trend too." I was so surprised and overwhelmed by his statement that I couldn't help but cry. I have rarely heard Derik speak of his mother, and not once did he ever tell me that his mother actually died in a podiatrist office (she suffered a heart attack there, it was just weird coincidence that she was at a podiatrist). Part of me was touched by the tenderness of the thought of Derik seeing his mom again, and the love that's still there but is never spoken about, but mostly I felt like a jerk for not even knowing my husband thought he might die during his operation. I probably didn't help matters either when I teased Derik about making sure all his hospital paper work was filled out right, so if he died, I could sue the hospital (I really must have a deranged sense of humor).
After drifting in and out of reality, for a while Derik finally won his battle to stay awake and began peppering me with questions. I would barely be finishing the answer to his question, when he'd start asking me the same thing again. He even noticed that I had ventured to the snack bar and got myself a yogurt with berries for breakfast (which happened to be free, compliments of the hospital) and asked, "How much did you pay for that?" Even when he's out of his mind he's still worried about what I pay for things, somethings are just ingrained in people I guess.
Once he got a little more sane, I got to bring him home.
We are now currently just trying to survive being home together 24/7. Derik has constantly informed me of his boredom and I am amazed at just how much he hates being forced to take a time out from work and life. I for one, would love the opportunity to sit around and be helpless for a while, but Derik and I are never usually on the same page. One mans pain is another mans pleasure, takes on new meaning to me now.
Stay tuned for some before and after pictures.
If you're really are curious and you have a strong stomach, look up "Austin Bunionectomy" on Youtube and watch the procedure. It looks like an extremely painful procedure.
I took this picture last night of my newest hair color. I decided I wanted to go darker and do some red highlights. As you can see my hair did not come out any darker and the highlights did not work! At least I got a cute picture out of the whole deal!
Right about now I could use some nifty photography software and slap on an arrow pointing to the bump on the side of Derik's big toe.
As of now Derik is back at work and hopping around in a boot. The bunion is gone and Derik has had little pain for the most part. He is however concerned about his limited range of movement and motion, so we might be going to see a physical therapist. In about two more weeks he gets to graduate to a "big shoe". About four weeks after that, he gets to try to the do the things he once loved, like running again.
Not only was she being super obedient,
"Alivia what's that on your face"?
"Do you mean this Mom"?
"Don't you think it looks pretty!"
"I think it looks pretty!"
I've been having fun crocheting hats lately,
This is a candid shot Heidi took while on our Trax train ride up to Temple Square.
This might actually be the only photo ever
Me and Alivia
Cozy and me, do we look like sisters?
