This has been a long time coming. For the better part of three years, I’ve been battling a Plantars Wart that was successfully treated but then morphed into hyperplasia and the callus from hell. No amount of intervention short of surgery by the Cutie Pie Foot Doc, aka Kevin Brown, DPM, helped.
The real tragedy of this situation is that I have not been able to wear cute shoes for many of the days during those three years. Or if I did wear cute shoes, I was only able to wear them for an hour or two before I had to take them off. I have found myself barefoot in some strange situations: my son’s wedding in Spain, waiting on an Uber after the Andrea Boccelli concert in the Columbus snow, and routinely at the office. I have walked barefoot down city streets, through the Dollar General and all sorts of other places in the course of my daily living. West Virginia girl or no, this got to be silly.
The Cutie Pie Doc did, about every three months, effect a debridement of the 4th toe of my left foot which is a fancy way of saying he dug out the callus while I gasped in pain. For a few weeks afterward, I would be fine — wearing cute shoes, walking, dancing, and, generally, carrying on as I am wont to do, but then the callus would develop, constrict my toe, and cause pain significant enough to affect my walking ability. When my mom and I went to see the Vietnam Memorial in D.C., I spent a lot of time sitting on a park bench and Uber-ing rather than walking and sightseeing. It was about that time that I said, “Enough.”
I went to see the Cutie Pie Doc again where I repeated my “Enough” and he too said, “Enough.” We agreed on surgical intervention.
So, yesterday at noon I made my way to the surgery center and had my 4th piggie, the one that had none, shortened, tendons moved, arthritis dug out, and a temporary pin inserted. All of that took, according to Cutie Pie, ten minutes. Now nevermind, that I went hours and hours and yet even more hours without morning coffee, it was worth it. Granted, I am on pain pills, but even with a heavily bandaged foot and a pin, mind you, a pin, I am experiencing less pain. Plus I get to stay home from work for a few days.
The downside is the sexy surgical sandal I must wear for two weeks. Oh. And the pin sticking out of the top of my foot. If you look at the photo of my foot at the beginning of this post closely enough you can see the pin.
But I can do this. Yes, I can. I can. Like I said, already there is less pain. And I get to wallow on my beloved sofa and eat junk food wee, wee, wee all the way home for a few days free of work responsibilities and housecleaning responsibilities. It’s a mini-vacation!
6 thoughts on “This little piggie. . .”
Speedy recovery so you can wear those amazing shoes and boots again!
Yes! In fact, I bought a pair of celebratory emerald green pumps today. I hope to wear them St. Patrick’s Day. Thanks for commenting! I love comments.
Yikes! Sounds torturous. But Cutie Pie…yeah, eye candy.
I’m a little concerned about how things are going to go once the pain meds are gone — sometime late today or tomrrow. Eek.
Sounds very painful. Glad you got it repaired!
You WILL be having the pin removed, right? 😬
And yes, foot doc is definitely a cutie pie!! 😉
Hoping for a speedy recovery and long term positive results!! ❤️
Oh yes! The pin will come out!