Stupidity, thy name is Emma

When I was reading other people's blogs about their recovery from bunion surgery, I scoffed at those that said things like "went to the gym after six weeks and now am in agony".

Ho ho! I laughed. What fools! I won't do anything like that. Oh no! Not me! I will be sensible and look after myself and not do anything that might affect my recovery.

So why, then, did I spend two hours last night sitting at my sewing machine making a Santa sack for the Little Lady?

Considering I know that I cannot sit with my feet on the floor for more than half an hour without them swelling and objecting, what exactly made me think that adding a sewing machine into the equation was going to somehow make it OK?

In my defence, I did think it would only take me an hour, max.

But it was so stupid!

Even before I had finished my feet were swelling, but by then I was committed. I'd decided I wanted to handmake this for my little girl and by golly! I was going to.

Lol.

At the end, I could barely get back upstairs. Despite having spent the last few nights sleeping without my feet elevated, I put them up on a pillow, hoping that my this morning they would be OK.

Nope.

My stupidity has left me in pain today as well. I can feel my swollen feet pushing against the insides of the casts, and my incisions keep throbbing, even through some painkillers.

So if you're reading this in preparation for having the operation, and you're thinking "ha! I will never do anything like that!", believe me, you will, my friend, you will.





But...it was kinda worth it. The bag is fab!

And if you'd like to make one of your own, check out my tutorial on my new craft blog. This link will take you to the tute, but do check out the rest of the blog, especially the post on what's coming soon.

Cancel Christmas, just give me new feet.

So. There's five weeks to go now. Somehow it feels both a long way way and scarily around the corner.

I'm trying to get my head round what I need to do before I have the surgery and I'm struggling to know if I've covered everything.

I have managed to arrange for my husband and my parents to look after me for the first four weeks. This period includes Christmas itself, and of course any looking after also has to mean looking after the Little Lady who at three is energetic and quite demanding!

I'm a little worried about her jumping all over my legs and feet while I'm recovering, especially when I'm bedridden. She usually manages to stand on my feet at least once a day as it is!

Apart from people to look after me, I know I ought to be sorting out some batch cooking and freezing meals but the freezer is a) not that big and b) full of stuff. I don't really fancy trying to organise myself enough to not only empty the freezer but also to refill it with meals, so I'll probably bury my head in the sand on that one. After all, Cook is just down the road!

Vain things have been crossing my mind. How will I do my hair? Who will shave my legs? But I think I'll have to cross those bridges when I get to them. As my hair usually has to be blow-dried and then straightened in order to look okay, tomorrow night I'm going to a friend's and she is going to chemically straighten my hair using stuff she's bought off t'internet. Sounds dodgy but she does it all the time and it's a fraction of the cost of having it done in a salon. Hopefully that will mean I can wash and leave my hair to dry naturally, so I can at least be clean.

Other than that, I've kinda cancelled Christmas. I won't be able to go to any parties or gatherings, and it looks like it will just be me, hubby and the Little Lady on the day itself so it's not worth a turkey. I wonder if OH will even bother with decorations? Maybe I'll glue some tinsel to my sexy velcro shoes for the occasion.