...and there was no cyst there.
Yup. Had my post-op follow up yesterday and, long story short, I have a muscle running down the front of my ankle that, instead of stopping there like it should, goes all the way down to my big toe, and the doctor said it's HUGE. It's been basically crushing the nerve into the bone below it, and the 'cyst' he was seeing on the contrast MRI was actually a build up of fluid from the inflamation from the damaged nerve. Owie:
We'll know in about 5 months, he said, whether or not permanent damage has been done; there's no way to tell how long this uber muscle has been squishing the nerve. If the damage is permanent, then the nerve is dead and and he'll have to go back in and resect it, or take it out. Until then, it's a waiting game. In the meantime, I'm off my foot save for potty breaks, only minimal weight bearing for 2 to 3 weeks. It's SO hard. Caden doesn't understand why Mommy won't get up and play with him when he grabs her finger. It upsets him, which upsets me. Luckily for both of us, both Grandmas have been taking good care of him. He's been having fun and knowing that he's taken care of helps me rest easier. I'll have pictures of his hijinks at Grandma Berrett's up in a few days when I get them off the camera.
And speaking of the little monster, a couple of days before the surgery he discovered a wonderful new place to play:
I was washing some dishes and had my back turned to him. He was taking pots out of the drawer in the bottom of the oven, and then I heard 'clank bang clank' and turned around...and nearly wet my pants I was laughing so hard. He had climbed in and had this grin on his face like he was king of the mountain. He played/sat in there for almost 45 minutes. He thought he was so cool. I love my little Nugget. His personality is going to make my recovery so much better.
