Oh How Many Feet You Meet

So, I have had a major case of plantar fasciitis. I got shots in my feet last year and it helped so much for about 6 months but earlier this year it came back with a vengeance. Well, I dealt with the pain for a long time because I REALLY didn't want to get those horrible shots again so here I am in the doctor's office trying to fix my feet. I got some inserts and that didn't help much so I tried doing a series of six laser treatments but that didn't work so...dun dun dun...surgery! :(

  Trying to remain calm before the surgery, doing a little healing mantra.

 Waiting...

   These new hospital gowns are amazing. They are paper and disposable, so no one's sick, naked body has been in them before and they have these cool tubes in the so that they can hook you up to hot air after the surgery to keep you warm, which I used and it was delightful.

  So they took a bunch of blood from me to inject it back into my feet after the surgery to help with the healing. Weird seeing my blood un-oxygenated, it was purple.

  And it's done. I remember waking up in the operating room (which I went into , ALONE), and seeing like 3 other patients in there. What the heck happened when I was out? 
Also, the doctor let me know that I was very respectful when I woke, I asked if it would be alright if I swore, he said that it would be so I did. Apparently they got a big kick out of my asking for permission. 
No one mentioned me saying this, but I remember asking if my boyfriend Marshall sent me flowers? Maybe they didn't bring it up because they thought I really DID have a boyfriend. What's funny is I remember my last surgery, saying something similar, "Does Marshall know I'm here? Can someone tell him I'm here? Did he send me a basket?"ANYWAY, I woke up in A LOT more pain than I had expected, I though tit was going to be fairly easy.
So the gist of the surgery is that they stick a punch of holes in through the bottom of your feet all the way into the plantar fascia and these little holes supposedly will stretch the plantar fascia so that there will be no inflammation anymore. 

  The aftermath.

  Back home, taking the bandages off a little early to take a peek at the damage.

Not long after I got home, the doctors office stopped by with a card and a box of fancy cupcakes (how nice).

 My sweet visiting teacher, Misty brought me some flowers.

So it is now a month and a half later and I have been in major amounts of pain so I went back in and had a sonogram on my feet and the right one has improved but the left one is still the same. UGH! So I broke down and got more shots in them, which for now is helping quite a bit but not completely. Oh-well, I will take it for now.