When I was sitting with my podiatrist right before the surgery on my toe, I wanted him to clarify directions for me. I was told I could only be on my toe ten minutes at a time for the first week. Well, that seemed a bit vague to me. Ten minutes a day or ten minutes on; ten minutes off. After he finished explaining, all I did was look at my mom (aka the driver) and said, “See, I told you I could milk.”
The look on the surgeon’s face was priceless. His eyes popped out and his jaw dropped as he exclaimed, “A cow?”
Well, of course I explained I was talking about milking one sweet little Haley goat.
That started a lecture on cleanliness and not getting an incisison full of poop, so I explained that I wasn’t going into the barnyard, and it was only twenty feet from my back door to the barnyard gate. All I had to do was call Haley, and she’d come to the yard for me. In fact, she’d try busting through the gate if I didn’t get there fast enough.
Then he started thinking about it. I had everything set up and ready to go.
I told him there was a tub (actually turned out to be a bucket) of food that I just had to take the lid off.
Then I could sit on the stool. He even deomonstrated how I could put my leg out to keep all weight off the toe.
She stands perfectly for me while I milk.
He started nodding his head in understanding. I explained that she’d head right back to the gate to rejoin the herd when we were finished.
I did tell him about my awesome neighbors who were milking her for me. I knew it would be a few days before I milked, but it was something I could do fairly soon after surgery.
He agreed. This weekend, I switched from the once a day with the neighbors doing the other milking to twice daily milking my Haley.
Even if you don’t have goats, I would recommend saying this to your podiatrist in the event of foot surgery just to see the look on his face. Priceless.