Back in December I finally had surgery on my much-despised, and often painful, foot.

Without going into too much detail, a genetic quirk makes my big toes point in toward my pinky toes. I’ve had this issue since birth and it wasn’t always painful, but as I reached adulthood, and the bunions this quirk caused grew, and the toes moved further outward, pain became a regular companion.

So after hemming and hawing and delaying for years, I bit the bullet and told the podiatrist “Let’s do it.”

Right out of surgery everythign looked GREAT.

My toe had never, in my entire life, been so straight.

It was awesome…despite the levels of pain I was in, the extreme levels of cabin fever I was going through and the inability to do anything for myself (which I despise).  I was able to say “It was SO worth it.”

And then…

And then…

Shortly after I started walking again, and the swelling started to go down, my toe began “drifting.”

Back toward the position it was in pre-surgery.

Back…

Back…

Back…

I’ve been back to the podiatrist, had another x-ray, had everything checked out – and there’s no clear explanation.

We don’t know why.

We only know my stubborn-fool body is reverting back to the odd quirk.

And now all I can do is pray that the pain doesn’t return.

But my hopes to have straight feet, and the ability to get whatever job I want once I’m healed are gone.

So disappointing.

All that pain.

All that healing.

All for nothing.