The second day after the accident (15 Oct 2010), I received a call in the morning from CGH.
The senior doctor told me that the A&E doctor might have missed out diagnosing that I suffered from not a simple fracture, but actually a lis-franc fracture with some broken and misaligned bones. We were told to go back to the hospital for a check
My swollen right foot
A comparison
After going through the xrays again and checking my foot, I was told that I might require an operation to reset the bones and let the bones heal straight. Right now, I was told to rest and elevate my foot
My foot rebandaged
Removed the gauze on the abrasions of the right knee
My abrasions (right knee and right elbow)
Cut my hair shorter as it was too troublesome to wash when I can't get my right foot wet
My abrasions are healing well
See, almost back to normal
Can see where the second toe is a bit slanted
On 21 October 2010, we headed to CGH for my follow up appointment. Imagine our shock when we were told "ok you are getting admitted today. We will do a scan on you tomorrow, and you will be operated on on Monday." and just like that, I was admitted.
My sis bought me this to keep my company
On 22 October 2010, my bandage was removed. Marcus, Mayvis and Alvin along with me were all shocked when we saw my foot after the bandage was removed.
The sole was all bruised
My foot is like two-toned
All bruised on the right side
I was put on a drip, and prepared for the operation which will take place on the 24th.
My operation was originally scheduled to be at 10am, but after I showered at 7+am, I was informed by the nurses that my operation was pushed to be the first for the day. I barely had time to call Marcus and inform him, and send out some mass sms to the family to inform of the change in operation timing before I was pushed in.
When I woke up around 10+am at the recovery area of the operating theatre, the first thing I did was to start crying. The amount of pain I felt in my right foot was so bad. I could feel as though some one was taking a hard object and screwing it through the bones. Doctors came, and administered 3mg of morphine into my vines. Later, I learnt that I was administered a total of 8mg of morphine. 5mg was administered during the operation itself, as the operation required clamping, and shifting and resetting of the bones, along with drilling to insert the screws and the screwing in of the screws.. No wonder I woke up feeling so painful.
When I was pushed back into the ward, the pain was still rather painful, and I was still tearing (I didn't literally cry like out loud.. All the while, it was just continuous tears flowing down my face). Marcus saw me, and I think I shocked him. He was telling me that it must have hurt damned bad. Cause he saw me frowning while sleeping...
This was how my foot was bandaged after the operation
Two days later, I was discharged.
My stitches. Took a picture whiles the nurse was changing the dressing before I was discharged.
Where I had the drip in me, this was also where they administered the morphine into my vein, as well as the antibiotics
Getting ready to change my dressing a few days later at the GP
The mark left by the drip needle
My sole was still bruised
My wound and the stitches
Finally, on 4 November 2010, my stitches were to be removed
Preparing to remove the stitches
In the midst of removal
And this was how my wound looked like without the stitches
A few weeks later, this was how my foot looked like after constant swelling during the day and de-swelling at night when I have the foot elevated
Scary right?
I also started to shed skin around 20 November 2010. Haha, guess that's what happens when your skin goes through the process of inflating and deflating.
I am due to be back in the hospital on 9 December 2010 for a review to see how the bones have healed, and hopefully, be able to get the operation date early to get the screws out.
I have been going a bit bonkers staying in the room with four walls around me, unable to walk around all this while.. I can't wait to walk/run/jump around... I miss holding Marcus' hand while we walk side by side.. Now, he has to push me around on the wheelchair.. and it makes going out so inconvenient...
