No.
I haven't had any pain relief since my surgery, let's just be honest. There have been a few moments where I've taken a few Tramadols and felt sweet relief, but who wants to go around high all the time? Ok, maybe some people do, but I don't. And it's not even a good high, like a nice Percocet daze. It's solely a pain relief high. So I don't know if you could even call it a high.
So I thought I would just have a little look-see into getting an MRI of my foot, just to make sure all this pain I was still feeling wasn't in my stupid head.
It wasn't. The doc called this morning and I'm meeting with her at one, but at this point I DO know that I have a completely torn ligament in my effing ankle. Seriously.
SERIOUSLY.
I don't know what's going to happen. What's going to happen with our baby plans? Today's doc appointment was actually already made before these MRI results came back. I was supposed to get a referral to the IVF dude today, but now it's turned into a "let's talk about your foot" appointment instead. I'm sure I'll need surgery again. But I don't want it! I would rather hobble around broken and pregnant than put IVF off again. After IVF I'll just get one of these:
I'll get a matching parrot and eye patch and we'll just call it good.
Seriously, though, all I can think is that I want to burrow my head under a million pillows and never come out again. Don't know what's going to happen now. I know for sure that I'm not bringing up my numb face and arms to the doc! I would rather not know.
I wish I'd never even looked into this foot problem again. Sigh.
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