Stitches or No Stitches? That is the question...

So today has been an eventful day! I woke up early, showered, and got ready for the day. Kayla came and picked me up and we were off. She dropped me off at the podiatrist's office and went to work. I went in and everything went normal. The doctor took out my stitches, which was painful, but he said everything looked good.

After he had taken the stitches out, he told me that I couldn't walk on it for another week. After next week he told me that I could slowly start walking on my foot with my boot. He also told me that I couldn't soak my foot but that I could wash it! I was so excited! I haven't been able to wash my foot since the morning I had my surgery and it was still orange so I was ready to wash that thing! I scheduled an appointment for 3 weeks from today to see how it was looking and how walking on it was going. I left feeling pretty excited. The only problem now was my foot was really really sore from getting the stitches out. But that wasn't gonna ruin my day!
I left the doctor's office and scootered on over to hop on trax so I could get to work. I called my parents and the bishop's wife to let them all know that everything had gone well. I got to work and people were asking how my foot was and they were coming over to see what it looked like. After they left I
I gathered everything from work so I could work from home if needed and headed to the doctor. I didn't know what was wrong. I didn't know what had happened. I didn't know if this was normal or not but whatever was going on I was just nervous. All I was thinking was what did I do wrong. I hadn't put weight on it, I had done everything I had been doing before. I didn't know what had happened. The trip over there helped calm me down.
started working and then went to my meeting at 930. After the meeting, I showed another coworker and that was when I realized that something was right... There was a little bit of a liquidy, bloody something on my sock and coming out of my incision. It also looked like it had slightly split open. That didn't seem good so I called the doctor just in case. They told me to come in to have it checked out just to make sure everything was okay.
When I got to the doctor, I sat in the waiting room and started talking to a woman there who had a boot on her foot too. She had Plantar Fasciitis and was recovering from that. We chatted for a couple minutes before she was called back. While I was sitting out waiting, this woman and two children walked by. One had just gotten a cast off. The little girl looked up and said, "Grandma can I go to the doctor later today?" the grandma said "No. You don't need to. Why do you want to go there?" the little girl responded, "Cause I always want to be healthy!" It was super cute! Right after that I was called back.
I sat down in the chair and took off my boot and sock. It didn't have a lot of blood on it but there was some. The nurse looked at it and said oh wow, okay I know what happened, he'll want to see it just in case. I smiled and waited... wondering what had happened... haha
The doctor came in and asked what had happened. I told him what I knew leading up to me being back in there and he asked if I had stepped down on my foot. I hadn't and told him so. I almost felt like he wasn't believing me. I felt like a little kid who had done something wrong.. He was frustrated, pretty sure not at me but at the situation. But it almost felt like at me at times. He said it had split halfway open again so he was gonna try to put sterile strips on it to hold it together. After trying he said it wasn't going to work and that he was going to have to put stitches in it again. So they prepped everything to put stitches in it. He said the numbing stuff would hurt, and oh man he was right! It hurt so bad! But it worked pretty quickly. They then proceeded to clean my foot and flush it out and turn it orange again, haha. We joked about how people pay for that. He then put 5 stitches in.
They wrapped it all up again and told me come back next week. I got up and called the bishop's wife to ask for ride home cause I wasn't in the mood to ride trax home. She came and picked me up and took me to lunch at Cafe Rio. Then dropped me off at home. She was super sweet and made sure I was okay before she left.
So... basically, I'm like back at square 1 1/2. No trying to walk next week like I hoped and no washing my foot... Oh well... I always have been that friend that has the most random things happen to me so this would happen to me. Anyways, hopefully my next post has better news.