It has been about a month since the "fall" and a lot has happened. I had my second ankle surgery last Wednesday, in which they removed my ex-fix and attached plates and screws into the bones interiorly. I guess the surgery took 3 and 1/2 hours...but it was successful in the sense that (in the words of my surgeon) the "architecture of the ankle bones was restored." There were a few small pieces of bone that needed to be removed because they had been crushed, but this did not compromise the integrity of the ankle. Functionability is still in question, as it sounds like some flexibility will be lost.
Recovery has not been very easy. The evening of the surgery I was in the most intense pain I think I have ever felt in my life. There was some concern that I may had suffered something called compartment syndrome, but after opening the wound dressings and waiting for a while, it appeared that the pain and swelling was the result of my ankle being wrapped too tightly. The type of injury I sustained to my ankle is called a pilon fracture , and from what I understand, the expected recovery from this is very difficult due to the crushing nature of the fracture and resultant swelling. Ugh...
I am now ex-fix-less! My pelvic ex-fix needed to be removed a couple of weeks ago due to an infection in the pin-sites. That removal experience was quite interesting. Right in the office as the doc was examining things, he stated "Hmm...this has to come out. Her body isn't liking it in there." I had thought this would mean yet another surgery. NOPE! The tech (a guy named Gary who has worked in the orthopedic unit for 40 years) brought out a Sears Craftsman wrench and seriously went to town unscrewing this apparatus from my pelvic bones. Yup, I was conscious, and chose not to watch (Scott chose not to watch either). It was the oddest sensation...feeling something becoming unscrewed from within my body. I commented that I felt like a 2x4. There was a little pain, but more odd discomfort.
I WAS able to be home on Christmas! I couldn't wait to be home with the kids and Scott after having been in the hospital for so long. We enjoyed hosting Christmas at our house with Scott's family on Christmas Day. Scott played host while I laid in my bed in the living room. It was very interesting to watch him take on these roles (the host, the multitasker, the maid, the nurse, and Mr. mom). That's material for another blog post. Here's the view of our Christmas tree from my bed: