OUCH!

I have had bad ankles forever! Recently, I decided to suck it up and see an orthopedic doctor. I figured it was best for me and would make my mom feel better. So off I go. They sent me to go get an MRI. A doctor ordered quiet time...no kids...nice music...warm blanket...ahhhh not so bad! Turns out I split my tendon while playing soccer but overall, just wear and tear on a not so stable ankle over the years. The next step was PT.
PT was a joke! I drove for 40 minutes to do 15 minutes of exercise while my PT guy talked about his latest hockey game. At the end of each session I received a sonogram treatment where a super nice lady rubbed my foot for 10 minutes...hmmm almost made it worth the drive. This seemed like a pretty huge waste of time so I asked if I could do more at home with fewer appointments. My PT responded by signing me out of therapy.
End of story...not exactly! The pain continued and I thought I better go get a second opinion before heading off to Sweden where my defective feet will be my main transportation.
I decide to go see the orthopedic surgeon who just happens to be the husband of my OB. (I'm sure I am paying for their next vacation entirely on my own)
He takes one quick look at my scans and decides it is time to chop me up. This is the part where I have to admit that I brought my mommy along because I am frightened of doctors! They agree it is the best and before I know it I am scheduling surgery...YIKES!
Off I go for some craft/retail therapy of my own. The doctor's office calls to see if I can come back for surgery. Are you kidding me?!?! With kids at daycare already I go ahead and say yes. Luckily, it couldn't get all the way cleared so I settle for Tues. That gives me a whopping 5 days to prepare myself. A Cinco De Mayo celebration with drugs and all!