Jason is the best husband ever! I know many of you women think that your husband is in fact the proud owner of that title, and admittedly my opinion on this subject is quite skewed, but I can’t imagine a better husband than Jason. Even if you don’t agree that Jason is the best, you can’t deny that he is pretty fabulous.
Due to my foot surgery, these last couple of months poor Jason has been forced to be my nurse and maid. He has taken on these roles rather happily for the most part, except for the occasional complaint about how much he really hates cooking.
The first few days after my surgery he rarely left my side. Although his behavior concerning me sometimes bordered on paranoia, his anxiety over my wellbeing was very sweet.
In the weeks that followed I was on crutches and practically useless. Jason made the meals, kept the house clean, did the laundry and grocery shopping, and ran countless errands for me. However, not only did he do all those household tasks, he also carried me in and out of the tub and shower, and helped me wash my hair and change my clothes…like I said, I was pretty useless. I don’t know what I would have done without that boy’s help. I guess I would have been really dirty and hungry by now.
My lunch plate: Jason has put one out for me everyday I've worked since my surgery. The note tells me what is in the fridge for my lunch.
Although I have thanked him many times for all that he has done recently, no amount of thanks seems adequate. So I decided that publicly embarrassing him with this post should help even the score.
Thanks Bubba! Thanks for reading Alice in Wonderland to me until 5:30 AM in a futile attempt to help me sleep. Thanks for waking up to make me snacks in the middle of the night so I could take my pain pills. Thanks for the endless servings of ramen noodles you made me and the rides up the canyon at 2:30 in the morning to quell my claustrophobia. You truly are the best husband ever, even if I’m the only one who knows!
I love shoes! I love buying new shoes. I love having excesses of shoes. My closets are practically exploding with shoes. One can never have too many shoes! Did I mention I love shoes?
Since I am a shoe enthusiast it has been difficult to go from my normally huge shoe selection to the meager options I have currently due to the status of my left foot.
Oh the sweet memories!
Since my Peroneal tendon repair surgery I have gone through several footwear phases; they have each required a different type of shoe. For any of you that are going to be getting a similar surgery, especially you ladies, here’s what I recommend in way of shoes for each phase of your foot’s recovery.
My Reef Sandals: Phase One
Phase One, cast phase: After my surgery I had to wear a cast for two weeks. I was in bed for the greater part of those two weeks so I didn’t do a whole lot of shoe wearing. When I did wear a shoe, I wore a snug fitting flip-flop and that worked very well, but you could definitely wear other types of flat-soled shoes with your cast. Things to consider when choosing shoes for this phase: wear something comfortable, you’ll be in enough pain as it is. Also, you won’t be very coordinated, unless you are a crutching prodigy, so don’t wear anything loose fitting or prone to make you fall flat on your face-you’ll do enough of that without any assistance.
My Phase Two Assortment
Phase Two, non-weight bearing in the boot: After I traded in my cast for a boot I still couldn’t put any weight on my foot for two more weeks. I was much more mobile those two weeks than I was the first two, so I was wearing a shoe much more often. I wore shoes that were as flat and comfortable as possible. They, once again, needed to be snug too so I didn’t fall out of them as I crutched gracelessly along. Since I was already back at work at this point, I needed some flat shoes that were work appropriate also.
I found several cute pairs on Zappos.com. I would highly recommend this site. They have literally thousands of shoes and their customer service is fantastic. They also offer free return shipping, which is great in case the shoes you ordered don’t fit.
My Favorite Phase Three Shoes
Phase Three, weight bearing in the boot: This was a very uncomfortable phase. Not surprisingly, it hurts to start walking again. But walking in the boot hurts more than just your injured foot. Because the boot has an odd curved heel, it’s very hard to match it up with an appropriate buy cheap lasix online no prescription shoe. Therefore, due to the uneven elevation of your feet, you end up throwing out your back and hips when you walk. I recommend shoes with some sort of heel or platform for this phase. But don’t expect to find any with a heel height that will match your boot exactly, I discovered that that was an impossibility. You can get relatively close though, keeping the aches at a minimum. A small, one to two inch, heel or platform seemed to work best. You men, I’m afraid, are definitely at a disadvantage during this phase. There aren’t too many manly looking shoes that come with one or two inch heels.
Phase Four: the Impossible Shoe Phase
Phase Four, walking with a lace-up brace: I am currently in this phase. This phase is also particularly challenging as far as shoe selection goes, but unlike the last phase, it’s not heel size that’s the problem, it’s finding shoes that accommodate you bulky brace. Sneakers and tennis shoes definitely work, however, there is no way I’m going to wear sneakers every day for the next two months. Not only am I a girly-girl, I am a working girl, and wearing sneakers with a skirt isn’t exactly the kind of fashion statement I want to make.
I went shoe shopping last week to try to remedy this situation. I can’t tell you how depressing it was to try on one adorable shoe after another, only to find that none of them fit with the brace. Finally, after trying on at least a dozen pairs, I found one style of Sketchers that worked. I bought both the colors the store had in this style. Thankfully they are dressy enough to wear with skirts but casual enough to wear with pants.
So there you have it, my shoe dilemma. My recommendation: do some major shoe shopping and get the shoes you will need after your surgery, before your surgery. Break them in so they are nice and comfy. You don’t want your good foot hurting too when your bad one is already hurting plenty.
While I am on the subject of footwear I should also add my two-cents about socks.
For your injured foot I would recommend chenille socks while you are wearing the boot and then when you graduate to the brace, I would suggest socks that are thin but still comfortable. I’ve found that if I wear a sock that is the same color as my brace, the sock’s not noticeable when I’m wearing a shoe that exposes the top of my foot, such as my new Sketchers.
Good luck all my surgical friends. May you find some functional and fantastic shoes! Remember, just because you can barely walk doesn’t mean your feet have to look unfashionable!
Tonight Jason and I went to the Thriving Ivory concert at the Murray Theater, hosted by the radio station 101.9 The End. I had never heard of Thriving Ivory until a month or so ago when 101.9 started playing one of their songs, Angels on the Moon. I liked the song, so when 101.9 announced that they were bringing the band to Salt Lake City to do a concert and that the tickets were only $5, I was in. Apparently a lot of other people were in too because the show sold out.
You never know what to expect when you see a band live for the first time, sometimes they can be a bit of a disappointment, but Thriving Ivory definitely put on a good show. They had a fresh energy that bands often lose as their fan base grows. The intimate setting was spectacular. Although I had to shuffle around a bit to get an unobstructed view, when I finally did, it was worth the effort. The audience was captivated and enthusiastic. My injured ankle forced me to tone down my concert antics a degree or two, however, I still managed to hop, bounce, clap, and scream. It was fabulous!
Apparently, this was the largest show that Thriving Ivory has done, so it had special significance for them. The concert was also filmed for a video, so if you see me on MTV someday cheering like crazy-don’t be too surprised.
Me with the Drummer, Paul
Afterward, the band stuck around to sign CD’s and shirts. The line moved extremely slowly because the band members were courteous and friendly; they took the time to talk to each fan. When it was my turn to get my swag signed I was glad I waited. I got unsolicited hugs from the drummer, Paul. It was awesome! I also got pictures with the lead singer, Clayton, and the keyboardist, Scott. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera so we had to take pictures with Jason’s iphone-I was so bummed!
Me with the Lead Singer, Clayton
I look forward to seeing Thriving Ivory thrive. It was great to see a band that is young enough to still appreciate its fans! It was an amazing concert!
Jason and I got married just months before the 9/11 attacks. I had barely graduated from college and Jason was still working on his degree and interning fulltime. I got my first “real” job, making wages that I would now laugh at, mere weeks before September 11th changed everything. Then that fateful day came and the world seemed to turn upside down. Overnight America’s financial future became bleak. All of a sudden we were stock piling plastic sheeting and duct tape to cover our windows and doors in case of another terrorist attack; we were declaring war. In an instant, our future became surprisingly uncertain and filled with fear.
It was in this turbulent economic environment that Jason and I tried to keep ourselves financially afloat. As is typical of newlyweds, we had very little money to spare, and job security was basically nonexistent for us. There was an ever present threat of layoffs at Jason’s work, every few months they seemed to go through another round of them. My employer was having severe financial distress as well, and layoffs occurred on a regular basis. Once, both our companies had layoffs scheduled within a week of each other; we knew that it was quite possible that we could both lose our jobs and our entire income. But somehow, we managed to stay employed, until 2003, when my company, just months from declaring bankruptcy, let nearly my entire department go. This event was more traumatic than I could ever have guessed. Saying goodbye to the good friends I spent 40 hours with every week, along with the stress of having a temporary career hiatus, left me in tears. But within six months I had a new job with much better pay, the economy was slowly starting to perk up, and everything seemed a little brighter.
Now, five years later, the future again seems unsure. With high gas prices, low home values, and subprime mortgage issues, everyone seems to be feeling the financial squeeze. And for me and Jason, history has repeated itself. Once again, both our employers decided to do layoffs at the same time, actually on the very same day. Miraculously, we both made it through the cuts, but many of our coworkers, and friends, did not.
It is impossible to explain to someone that has not experienced a layoff firsthand the stress, sadness, and shock involved. As HR calls people, one at a time, into a room, you wonder if you are going to be next. Thoughts of “what if” race through your head. And even if you are fortunate enough to still have your job at the end of the day, you have to say goodbye to coworkers that lost their jobs through no fault of their own.
You and the other remaining employees feel like the survivors of some horrible natural disaster. With every face you see in the hall you feel a sense of relief, relief that one more member of your work family made it through.
Even after the recent events at my company, and even with the constant onslaught of bad news about the American economy, I am still optimistic. As they have in the past, things will work themselves out eventually. I look back on those first couple years of my marriage, the years it seemed that everyone in America was holding their breath waiting for the worse, and our current economic situation doesn’t seem so bad. We’ll pull through; a little patience and some optimism go a long way. I, for one, refuse to let fear and panic dictate my financial decisions.
It has now been six weeks since my surgical escapades. My wound has healed fabulously. I went to the doctor for my check up today and was completely floored when he told me that I didn’t have to use my boot anymore, that instead I could just use a lace-up brace. This was a shock because I was originally told that I would have to wear the boot until I hit the three-month mark. But apparently I have a body that’s tough like Wolverine and it has repaired itself at superhuman speeds.
Oh ankle bliss!
Although it hurts to walk without my boot and my muscles are incredibly weak, which forces me to hobble much slower than I was traveling with the boot, it feels so good to be walking again that I can’t dislodge the perma-grin from my face. Yahoo!
Baby I'm weight bearing!
Isn't it lovely!