Christmas and the Unwrapping

I'm doing my best to catch up to present time. I'm officially 3 weeks post-op. At least I am as I write this. Woohoo!!!!! Actually, I am now 4 weeks post-op. I had an issue with Blogger and had to repost my entries.

The first two weeks were nice because Christmas and New Years Eve/Day happened. My boyfriend took some extra time off of work, and my sister was on Winter Break (she is a high school teacher). I knew everyone was getting me recovery stuff for Christmas. My family had been hounding me for weeks about what I wanted for Christmas. I didn't want them spending money on stupid shit. Plus, I was just happy to spend my first christmas home in two years. So I finally asked for practical things. Cheap sweat pants that I could cut, sudoku/word search/puzzle books, and socks. I asked, and I received! My fam got me different kinds of pants including a pair of Red Sox yoga pants that I REFUSE to cut. My sister got me socks with rubber grips on them and an iTunes gift card for time-consuming apps for my phone. My best friend Bobbie Ann crocheted me a headband that I wear almost every day to keep my hair out of my face.

Surgery #1

December 21st came way too fast. I had been off of work since the 14th. I went to Florida for the weekend with my boyfriend. I saw Every Time I Die with one of my best friends. I also spent some quality time with my family.

I had to be at the hospital at 530 in the morning on Friday the 21st. I had the first surgery of the day so I was super happy about that. 530 though? Shit, that is early! I slept for about 3 hours the night before. That was a bad idea because I get very nervous and cranky when I'm tired. Not exactly a great combo when you're at the hospital.

The Story

Welcome! I feel a little silly writing this, but I am trying to find something to occupy my time while I recover. My name is Vanna, I recently turned 29, and I have arthritis. Before you even think of saying, "But you're so young!" let me just say... It can happen to anyone! Also, hold the Vanna White jokes. I've heard them all.

Let's start from the beginning. When I was 5 or 6 I had surgery for an infection in the bones of my right foot. I was in the ICU for several weeks after as well. I don't remember too much about the ordeal, but I do remember being very afraid of the cast saw. Anyway, the doctors said that osteoarthritis would hit me in my mid to late 20s.....and boy did it!