Well, y’all, it’s taken me several days to bring myself to write this = in part because I am chasing myself with Maymester – but mostly because I almost can’t believe I’m having to report it.
But here I am.
As the spoonie life goes, some problems are recurrent, and, for me, in my immunocompromised state, it seems I just cannot escape the issues with my feet.
As I’ve written over the past few years, I’ve had multiple surgeries to treat infections of the bones of my feet – that have sometimes led to sepsis – and, of course, multiple rounds of long-term IV antibiotics as well. It has not been pleasant.
Well, more recently, I’ve been dealing with a recurrent cellulitis in my right foot that I fight off – only to have return a few weeks after I finish the oral antibiotics. Not only is the recurrence concerning, but also each course of meds also makes me sick as hell.
I finally went to my fabulous ortho doc to investigate what has kept this going on, and – kind of as expected – the source is a tiny pin from an old Jones fracture I had repaired in 2008. Well, the only way to address this issue is, of course, to go in and take out the pin and clean out the foot.
Fan – freaking – tastic.
So, it’s time for another spoonie foot surgery for me. It is a relatively simple one, my surgeon is amazing, my family is wonderful, and I will be fine.
Still, all prayers, good vibes, and warm fuzzies are appreciated as always. Surgeries and hospitals – especially now that they tend to bring on the medical anxieties – are one of the spoonie bummers I really had hoped to avoid in 2021.
But, as always, God’s got this too.
Be well, everybody. Take care of yourselves and each other.
Grace and Blessings.