3rd May 2013
Oh my goodness! The anaesthetic wore off at 2:30am, and the pain kicked in.
I had only taken a couple of paracetamol, and that certainly wasn’t enough to stop the awful throbbing.
When I tried to get out of bed a little while later, the blood rushing to my foot plus the actual weight placed on it as I attempted to stand was unbelievable. It felt like my foot was exploding, spurting blood and gore everywhere.
I had to get to the bathroom. Crying, hopping, sliding, bum-shuffling, hanging on to my husband; it seemed to take forever, but finally I was there. The pain was excruciating. And then followed the long journey back to bed; I must have looked ridiculous!