So, it’s been a week since the wart removal and I’ve been feeling pretty good. I can get my regular shoes on and I can gimp around a little faster. Still can’t put too much pressure on that part of my foot, but it actually doesn’t feel that bad. Or I should say it didn’t feel that bad. My follow up appointment changed everything (except the shoe thing).

When the doctor cut out the warts, he filled in the holes with this stuff that turns all black and gross; I think its silver nitrate. Today he removed the black tar like crap to reveal what he referred to as wounds. I like to call them gaping hideous holes (GHPs). The removal of the tar hurt…LIKE A MOTHER F*&#R! I held it together fairly well until I got to my car and then cried like a baby.

Up to now, I hadn’t looked at the bottom of my foot. I had no desire to see it or know what was going on down there under that bandage. Today the doctor made me look at it. He wanted me to see the horror of it all. Ok, he did this so I would know what was going on, but still, didn’t want to see it. The doctor was very pleased with the GHPs. He said they look great (WTF?) and he could see no sign of any left over wart cells. He told me to keep the GHPs clean and dry (I can take real showers again!) and I’ll see him again next week.

My foot has once again been tortured and left throbbing in pain. The sucky part is I really do have work to do today. Perhaps I was little ambitious in planning out today’s experiments.

Chris bought me Dance Dance Revolution for Christmas this year. I’ve been harping about this game ever since he got an XBox. He bought it for me before he knew I would be having foot surgery and he almost didn’t give it to me this morning. It is a bit of a cruel gift.

This gimpy foot better heal fast ’cause I got some dancin’ to do! Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas.

The warts have been removed. The worst part about the procedure was the numbing part. The doctor had to inject the numbing stuff under two different areas of my foot. That part was really painful. The rest was easy because I couldn’t feel it. It was a little disturbing to see the doctor pick up something that looked like a melon baller to “scoop” out the infected areas though.

It’s also really hard to drive when you can’t feel your big toe or the bottom of your foot. The totally sexy orthopedic shoe they make wear doesn’t help much either. The doctor says that I should be better in a week. He said that its surprising how fast these things heal. But for now, I’m gimpy. The bottom of my foot kind of feels like I’ve been beaten with a scalding hot hammer.

Well, at least I have a really good excuse for laying around on the couch all day.

If Tiffany can tell us about her “up the nose� pimple, I guess I can tell my wart story (kind of sounds like a new program for TLC). I have two plantar warts on the bottom of my right foot. The first one showed up at the beginning of summer. I tried all the over-the-counter medications, but it wouldn’t go away. It would seem like it was going away, but then it would come back with a painful vengeance.

The second one showed up around October. This was when my sister said “Oh those are corns, not warts�. So I tried a different over-the-counter medication (essentially the same stuff). They did not go away. In fact, they hurt even worse then before. At this point you’re probably wondering why I didn’t go to the doctor and I will tell you. It’s because I’m a scared baby. For the past several months I have walked around on two very painful warts and essentially ignored the pain. I thought that they would magically go away on their own. All I needed was a little pixie dust.

Then Chris finally put his foot down (Ha!) and made me go to the doctor. The doctor told me that they were indeed plantar warts. I could have picked them up anywhere, most likely place being the gym shower room (always wear shoes!). In order for my foot to be healed up in time for yoga school, the doctor is going to cut out both warts tomorrow. Yes…I said cut out. I will be left with two M&M sized holes in the bottom of my foot. Oh, they will eventually heal and apparently it’s not that big of a procedure because he said that I would be able to drive myself home. But I’m a little scared. I’m thinking about being a big baby about it all and make Chris take me so I don’t have to drive.

Can I also use it as an excuse to not do the laundry, clean the kitchen and pack more boxes? I will most definitely not post pictures, so don’t ask.

The power’s back on! The power is back on! Hallelujah, the power is back on! You can’t see me right now, but I’m doing “the power is back on” dance. I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. I get to get on the internets. I get to watch TV while sitting on my own couch.

The down side is we had to toss about everything in our refrigerator and freezer. But now we have a really clean fridge.

Our power went out around 10:30 Sunday night and its still not back on. The people across the street got their power back on Wednesday. Our side of the street is still in the dark. We’ve been staying with Chris’s mom and you would think this would be good practice for things to come, but OH MY GOD! Chris’s brother and sister-in-law and their two kids are also staying there because their power is out. That’s five adults, two kids, and one dog in a small three bedroom house.

It probably wouldn’t be so bad if the house wasn’t already cramped. We’ve been cleaning out rooms and moving furniture. There’s still a lot to sort through, so just about every nook and cranny has a box of crap in it. The kids have been out of school all week and are about to go crazy. I’m on edge watching the dog because he doesn’t like little kids. I’ve told Jessica (the youngest) about a million times to leave Hooper alone. He will bite you! I think I’m just going to let him bite her next time. We’re all just ready to sleep in our own beds. I think Aimee (sister-in-law) would have slept in their freezing, powerless house just to be in her own bed last night.

The power is going to be on by the end of the day. I don’t know this, but this is what I’ve been telling myself everyday for the past week. The local news channels said that it may not be until Sunday before some of see electricity and another big snow storm is coming in today. The power will be on by the end of the day. Just say it with me. The power will be on by the end of the day.

My blogging has been sketchy at best lately. I’ve sat down and typed up several posts, but I just end up deleting them all. We’ve just been so busy and under a lot of stress and I wish it was just the regular Holiday stress, but it’s not. I can’t even really believe it’s Christmas. I told Chris the other day that it just seemed surreal to see Christmas lights up. Is it Christmas time already?

I feel like I’m continuously talking myself out of a panic attack. Chris has a lot to deal with because his dad hadn’t prepared for anything. Who knew there was so much paperwork involved when someone dies. He’s so consumed with the paperwork, his mom and keeping up with his job that he doesn’t have time to grieve let alone deal with a freaking out wife.

Chris’s mom is having a difficult time with it all, so we’re moving in with her to help out. We see it as a reeducation process for his mom, teaching her to live on her own. She knows that this is a temporary arrangement and that we will be moving in two years (I don’t know where yet). So, for now, we are cleaning out her house and packing up ours and I’m doing my best to be a good sport and keep my chin up. But it is hard. It’s really hard. But I will keep telling myself that its all going to be OK because I love my husband.