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Like a Bratwurst

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on November 19, 2009 by ltycks

That’s how Hubs described my foot to the Doc yesterday.  No joke.  Break is still there.  Originally Doc wanted to keep me in casts for 4 more weeks.  Yikes!  But Hubs, Doc and I realized just how much the swelling went down MINUTES after they removed the cast.

So now I am back in my original splint.  For now.  Hopefully this can prove to be a better fit for my monster swelling.  I’m also scared of my foot being less immobilized now.  I just want to do what’s right for my foot.

When I went in two weeks ago, when they removed the first cast to X-ray, etc, I knew I needed the cast back one.  My foot was just too tender.

This time?  My foot was doing much better at the appt.  However it has been so sensitive/tender since yesterday afternoon.  It may just be the weather.  But I’m scared.  Should I go back and have it casted again?  My heel hurts too.  This is new.  But Hubs readjusted the splint this morning…So far…So good.

And my new permawheels?  New motors are in.  And we’re up and running.

Score two for the home team.

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Wednesday, only 72 hours away…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on November 15, 2009 by ltycks

Wednesday is a BIG day for me…

Having my ankle looked at again.  Cast off.  X-rays.  Cast on? (Hopefully not!)

Then the wheelchair guys are coming to fix my new chair that has been out of commission, ironically, for as long as my foot has been broken.  Purely a coincidence.

It has been an uphill battle with this chair.

Wish me good luck(s).

“I must be coming down with something”

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on November 14, 2009 by ltycks

You know that feeling at work when you are a) not sick yet and b) feel like you may be coming down with something?  Ideally you can try to prepare yourself.  I oscillate between working a little slower, or trying to get everything done because I have a *feeling* that I may not be coming back tommorrow.  Or the day after.

Having a broken bone is nothing like that.  It hurts and I think about taking it easier.  Maybe a 5 minute break with my BFF Google.  Maybe an early lunch or snack.  Maybe a trip to the water cooler.  Only I won’t *feel better* after a break or a day off. It will be maybe weeks(?) before I feel better.  I’d consider taking a self-care day but nothing will really change. 

Today completes 5 weeks of having a broken ankle.  I think that Doc said something about 8-12 weeks.  I am only about halfway there…

This is hard.  Way harder than permawheels.  Either that or I’m just used to the later.  I want to take a bath with bath salts and lavender fragranced bubblies.  That sounds like perfection to me.  Hubs asked me what he can do to help me feel better, and that was my first suggestion.  Only I can’t.

I’m tempted in this desperation to soak in the tub.  With my cast.  And pay a $100 emergency room co-pay to have another one put on.  But I would never do that.  Clearly.  And one $100 co-pay to have my foot diagnosed because my wheelchair broke down and I had to wait till Hubs brought my other one to me after work and I was otherwise stranded was enough.

Thankyouverymuch.

So to those who have (had) a case or two of the broken bones (when) does it get better???

And please, please do not say 8-12 weeks…

(Fore)Cast

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on November 5, 2009 by ltycks

Week 3.5 of a fractured ankle, here.  I had my second appointment with the doctor today.  I thought I could advocate for replacing the cast with the splint I got from the emergency room.  If for no other reason than the fact that it is getting harder and harder to sleep.  I also knew that they would remove my two-week-old cast, examine my skin and bones, and go from there (but most likely redo the cast).

Before the appointment, to which Dubs and MomMom accompanied me, I was opening our hall closet and saw my poor, lonely and new boot.   I was boot shopping on the day of my Fall, and promptly bought some boots the next day (I deserved them!).  Well I only got to the wear the right boot for 1.5 days before heading to the emergency room.  The boot’s presence saddened me.

So they remove the cast and I remember just how tender my foot was/is.  I remembered loathing sleeping at night out of fear that I might twist it, and the relief I had putting on the splint.  Things had been getting better though. I could have sworn

They do x-rays and I notice the bruise on my foot.  Where the fracture is.  I go back to the cast room; I see Doc who shows me the x-ray.  The.fracture.is.noticeable.to.my.untrained.eye.

And last time, last time I could barely fathom a crack – even when they gestured all over it.  Doc says it’s showing signs of healing(good !) and that he wants to see me back in two weeks to most likely do another cast (bad! sort of).  He adds that the process can take eight to twelve weeks (he told me that last time too!) and that if I could walk, he would surgically put in a pin and screws (bad!).

Wow I had not expected the surgery part.  I go back to the part where I saw my boot in the closet, the crack on my bone, back to the boot, the crack…

I am so proud of my ability to keep sane during this process and feel tremendously blessed for my independence in spite of it (the process of healing a bone that is).  But I can almost feel my resolve fade.  Just a little.

I think I know I will be okay.  I have family and friends and spirituality to keep me afloat.  But tender, broken bones are unchartered ground for me.

So I ask of you, please share your stories of bone healing with me.  I feed off not being alone.

Can I just say?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on October 21, 2009 by ltycks

Having a broken ankle, excuse me, tibia, really hurts. Sharp pain, tingles, you name it I’ve got it.  I realize I don’t weight bear to begin with, but I still use my foot a lot. Balance. Repositioning. Okay, come to think of it maybe those are the only things I do with it. But man, settling into bed or onto the recliner hurts.  Although I’m not juggling crutches, nor are people stoping and staring any more than usual.

And at the risky of sound mushy-gushy, this has brought Hubs and I closer.  A lot closer.  I truly am blessed in that regard.