Goodbye stitches!

The appointment with Harlie's surgeon went well.  It was in Fairfax.  When we were just a minute or so away from arriving at the building, Harlie started crying.  But we were honest with her and told her the night before that we were going to the doctor (she cried then, too).

Anyway, they removed her stitches, which is great.  Although the actual removal of them was not fun for anyone involved.  We put her on her belly across my lap and Brandy held her hands and Gabe (the guy removing the stitches) sat on her legs.  There was NO way to make her stay still.  We even gave her a dose of valium before the event, and it did nothing to help.  That girl has just had too many drugs in her short life.

Anyway, Gabe did a great job despite the moving target.  I wish she was capable of understanding that if she just stayed still it would hurt less and be over quicker.  But she doesn't trust anyone.

After that we had her walk down the hall so her surgeon could see what she's doing with her right leg.  (She is doing so great walking in her walker.)

Look how straight she is!

In her ankle braces and tennis shoes she was putting her whole foot on the floor (when barefoot only her toes touch the ground on her right side).  Her surgeon said that her x-rays look great and the screws haven't moved, so she is probably having a hard time getting used to her new structure.

Much happier now that her brace and shirt are back on.

Signing "let's go!"

We don't have to go back for four weeks.

Sounds like a break, right?

Wrong.

I've got some other stuff in the works.  This is going to be one very busy summer.  You know how it is.  So many doctors, so little time.  Ho hum.

I wish I were kidding.

I hope to update you soon.  Thanks for hanging in there!
~Christy