So, on September 26th I was told to walk.
I was told to “push it” and try walking like a normal
person. I was in pain still, and the whole ankle was still swelling, but I was
told that’s normal with a sprain and to push through. Well, after they FINALLY
had me do an MRI and got the results, as it turns out, I have a fractured Talus;
the bone on top of my ankle connecting my foot to my leg.
Monday, the 14th I was told this. I was also told
I never should have been walking on it; I should have stayed off it at least 3
month and spent as much time as possible resting. When the doctor left the room
and closed the door I burst into tears.
Today is day 3 back on crutches for at least another month. I
go back again on Nov. 11th for an additional X-ray and an update on
how it’s healing.
I am exhausted. I was already exhausted cause on Sunday I did
some errands and laundry and cleaning. The hilarious part is I was sad on
Monday when I got home from the doctor that I didn’t finish cleaning the
bedroom before I became a gimp again.
I have the same boot on again, but a size small now. The other
one didn’t fit and was very uncomfortable when it stopped inflating properly. I
needed extra padding on the top of the crutches cause my under arms are still
not totally healed from the last run on crutches. They are very chafed and it
burns to use the crutches. So, all I had were 2 of those blue microfiber car detail
cloths and some bandanas. A co-worker complimented the colorful adjustment and
said it looked “very Punky Brewster”. ☺
4 more weeks on crutches people!!
Gah..pain in the ass…
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