3 weeks post-op

Hello!

So little update on the past few weeks and recovery so far:

11/9/2010 fibular sesamoidectomy surgery (that night, very sick - awesome anesthesia)
2 weeks in splint and crutches - absolutely no weight on foot (bathing a challenge! :)

11/22/2010 follow-up
cut splint off - with screaming man who had just broken ankle in background - poor guy.
put in boot - crutches for another week

11/29
weight on boot with crutches, transitioning to just in boot.

More to come!

Introduction to the blog direction.

Ok, I plan to write a series of posts about my recent fibular sesamoidectomy, what's that, my fibular sesamoid had become necrotic - a case of osteonecrosis? A fibular sesamoid excision? Might cause hallux varus or hallux valgus - what? Bipartite sesamoid? Fibular sesamoid fracture? Sick sesamoid and surgery?

I have written the strange mumbo jumbo above so that searching souls will hopefully stumble across my blog when searching for information on a surgery to repair a fibular sesamoid fracture.

First of all, a crack at the typical legalise posted by docs at the bottom of their responses to blog posts - information on this site is merely a reflection of my personal experience and by reading any information on this site, the reader understands that while this is my story in dealing with a sesamoid surgery, the reader or the reader's friend or family member may have a totally different experience with this injury. No matter what your role in someone's recovery from surgery, I wish you and everyone around you the best in supporting the sesamoiditis sufferer through this difficult and challenging time. So please read on! But do note, that this is all anecdotal evidence, and I am no doctor.

Tiny Dancer:
a true blue jean baby.

The stigmatized, unappreciated worth of

diminutive girth...

...demoralized gravity

...demonized graphically through,

pieces of paper pontificating propaganda,

a propos of

forever forbidden

...failing phallic fragility

...finite and futile feasibilities,

never to

productively participate in pounding...

...potential positions

...of pleasure.

Old feelings foreshadow all too well

I wrote this in April or May 2009. More appropriate now than at the time of writing, I re-post. More important than protecting family members from worry is that perhaps someone can relate.



Whisper No More


slightest brush; weightless breath; uncalculated bump
unequivocally pinned by your wit
you whisper into my heart,
the rush so doomed for future pain, yet perfect in the moment


the long-awaited quenching
hallucination of haldol. what congenial fantasy is this?
must I near metaphorical suicide to prove this faith to a manufactured demigod of love


the fool, as the haze hales capricious clarity, is it I whose image the reflection reveals?
must I confess these celestial spheres to be my own contrived paradise?
reveal this reality’s true construction
for I have misread for what I want to see
the unadulterated reciprocation
your defense? superfluous still in the face of my present misinterpretation.


pain pours disproportionately promptly from this point of perpendicular pleasure
genuine sincerity, obligatory congeniality, visceral courage –
what drug must rush your veins, how heavy the wrecking ball!
god let something inside of you give you the empathy to hold this stare
for I need you to pull this sting from me.
my trust in you escapes with every throbbing beat
yet this magnet pushes for a compatible fit.
You relay the radioactive decay of this precarious bond with no peculiar dismay.
I will not disobey the script of this twisted ballet with me cast as your prey.


the returned stare I once yearned for.
try to find me; I promise I am there.
the fog clears; a homecoming for deceit is revealed.
recognize it? touch it. cold and inflexible is stares back.
is it I? no.
it is you who stares back. alone in the mirror.


no me to temper the stigma.
stare back into me and the mirror will crack.
But will this bad luck ever truly bring me back?