There is light at the end of the tunnel! The so, so dark tunnel. Friday I have my 2nd operation. Friday the big screw comes out. If I havent’ said so enough… I broke my ankle (Pride before Fall). I have 9 screws, and 1 plate. I have been stuck in bed for most of the last six weeks. And that is coming to an end!


While pain is terrible, and not being able to step on my right foot, at all, is terrible, being stuck in bed with my foot up due to swelling is the worst. I’m going cuckoo-for-cocoa-puffs. That swelling is finally going down with some major compression & quark.

I know that quark is just now making an appearance in the states. It’s been a staple here in Germany (and Holland) all my life. It’s kind of a yogurt-like cheese. I dunno how to explain it. But. I’m not eating it, I’m wearing it!

My physio therapist recommend I put quark on my foot for 1 hour, every other day. Because. It would magically cure the swelling. Honestly? I thought she was cuckoo-for-cocoa-puffs, but it turns out she’s not. Between the sexy new compression stocking & the quark… my swelling is almost gone! Not completely. Not totally. And my foot is still a delicious shade of deep purple. But. 1,000 times better & less swollen. There is hope!

I saw the trauma surgeon yesterday, and for the first time Herr Dr. Grumpy Axel smiled and was happy with me. He was happy with the minor swelling. He was happy with my range of motion. He was very happy with my bones. Exactly six weeks to the day he’s taking out the big screw.

You know the one. The one that I can see poking out under my skin. The one I can feel. The one holding my tibia in place while my ligaments & tendons heal. The one that’s preventing me from taking a single step. That one. It is coming out!


I elected for awake surgery. I can’t sleep already. I keep imagining the sound of the drill pulling the screw out of my bones. Out of my leg. It’s giving me the heebie-jeebies! And I can’t stop thinking about it. The worst part? He won’t let me watch. Here I’ll be awake, and blocked from watching the surgery. The drill.

Herr Dr. Grumpy Axel is no fun.

Dane is still whooping it up, despite Mom being stuck at home!

The cat is taking care of me.