If you read this blog regularly or are one of my Facebook friends, you know that I had foot surgery a little over three weeks ago. It hasn’t been exactly how I thought it would be, but it has definitely been a learning experience.
7 Things My Foot Has Taught Me
1.) If you live in the Midwest and have immobilizing foot surgery… your local tornado sirens will go off and you will have to figure out how to get down an entire flight of stairs quickly.
2.) Know your prescription pain killers! I was prescribed percocet this time around. And the side effects were not at all worth my foot being pain free. Lesson learned. Vicodin, my friend. Percocet, not so much.
3.) Never underestimate the kindness of your co-workers. From parking my car to bringing in my stuff (and I do not pack lightly) to making sure that I have something for lunch (you would think I would have brought something), my co-workers have been an awesome help.
4.) The motorized carts at Costco aren’t really as fun as they look. You have to worry about running into people. The acceleration is choppy. Its hard to get close enough to the samples to actually get one. And let’s face it at least a fourth of the people in Costco at any give moment just aren’t that bright. I mean if you cut between two folks with their carts and head straight at me, my options are limited. Suffice it to say, if I don’t back up well in a car, I don’t back up well in a Costco scooter.
5.) Even a true diet soda addict won’t venture into Quick Trip on crutches. It’s way too much trouble. However, that same addict will find her way to a Sonic every single morning. (I promise, once I am mobile, I will once again give up soda.)
6.) A single button can make all the difference in the world. It was easy to master going to the bathroom on one leg when it involved pulling down sweatpants. However, when I actually put on button-waist pants, it was a whole new ballgame.
7.) It is true that your parents love their grandchildren more. But it is also true that this is mainly because they get to send them home when they are done spoiling them. So when they become the chief caregiver for said grandchild and can no longer send them home, they become like their own child – annoying, tiresome and a lot more work than they signed up for. Thankfully my parents haven’t quit on me yet.