That was a scary hospital stay. Good thing I didn't have a bone infection, or I'd be Pegleg Johnny by now. They went into my foot and cut all the garbage out including a terrible pocket of infection that was ON MY FUCKING BONE. I'm stitched up, but I hope that soon that will be done, and my foot will be healed.
Because if that's the case, they might be able to fix my bad foot. I have Charcot's Foot, if you want to know what it is specifically. It turned out that the podiatrist in the hospital is an expert in Charcot's to the point where she seemed pretty excited to work on me.
And then she mentioned something that perked me right the fuck up: Charcot's Reconstruction. If I heal from this infection, it's possible to fix my bad foot! I don't know if I'll be able to do stuff like running and jumping, but the idea that I might not need a brace for the rest of my life is very appealing to me right now. I'd like to walk without worrying about my bad foot constantly, and now I have this ray of hope for the first time in the years since the break that caused this problem.
In case you're new around here, I like to say I broke my foot in an ass-kicking contest, but it's from a stress fracture. I walked too fast on my way to work, in other words. So yeah, if I can put the bad foot behind me (as in healing, not amputation) then maybe I can do other things, like restore myself with exercise. And night walks! I want to walk at night again. I miss doing that. I used to get a couple of miles in a night. That was great.
For now, my foot looks terrifying. I thought I would be able to change the bandages on my own, but now that I've seen what it looks like? I have my doubts. You'd be grossed out by how much gauze I can fit in the drain in my foot. Thankfully I have an appointment with the podiatrist soon so she can take a look at her work. I really hope she's as good as I think she is.
The alternative sucks.
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