To update you on my foot. The surgery I am having is called a cheilectomy. My doctor told me, "It's the surgery Shaq had a few years ago," which I thought was a ridiculous thing to say to a housewife.
Later that night, I started worrying and having my doubts about the surgery, and I thought, "Well, if Shaq had it done, it must be good." (!?)
It's funny because when my lung doctor told me to have surgery, I was absolutely confident it was the right thing to do. But with my foot, I am wavering. I am in a lot of pain, though, not just in my foot, but everywhere else also from adjusting the way I walk to favor my foot. That was a terrible sentence, but you get the point.
My worries could also be because my surgeon seriously doesn't look too much older than my teenage son. My lung surgeon was old and grey and had medical textbooks from before I was born. Then again, I thought I was getting the new video-assisted surgery where they just make a couple of slits, but instead I got the full incision from front to back with the rib spreader and other horrors. So maybe young is good.
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